#listen gerard said that god told him to start my chemical romance

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if we can get gerard way to convert back to catholicism before they die, then they could be considered for canonization as a catholic saint. c'mon i know of AT LEAST two miracles, we could do this

#listen gerard said that god told him to start my chemical romance #so there's the “venerable” part #then beautification is like. idk almost anyone in the fanbase could provide a story about a miracle with mcr #can we count the mexico city joan of arc performance as the second miracle cause damn #they clearly have joan of arc's blessing #what more does the pope want #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #catholicism #can you imagine if this happened #it would just make it official. this is already unofficial #we just have to make gerard read unholyverse he'll understand #hasn't unholyverse literally converted people before #saint #joan of arc #ray toro #frank iero #mikey way #black parade #danger days #bullets #three cheers for sweet revenge

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I Choose Defeat

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Angst, Drama

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 5. Prompt: “Killing Romance.”

When Gerard makes the decision to ‘kill’ My Chemical Romance, your hidden feelings for him, turn to despair. You’re crushed by the reality that he’s no longer your bandmate, but you try your best to move on. Four years later, you have a quiet life in New Jersey - and a child that isn’t is. But, when you get a call in the middle of the night, asking you to get the band back together, you find yourself jumping at the chance. 

You and the other members of My Chemical Romance, sat around a coffee table, at Reprise Records headquarters. You sipped from your mug anxiously, unsure why Gerard had called this meeting. 

Is this about the new studio space?, you wondered. He did say he wanted to build a new recording spot, on his property, so that we’ll have an easier time, putting together the rest of the new album. 

But, something in his melancholy expression, told you that he wasn’t here, to show off blueprints. His hazel eyes seemed to stare right through you.

You glanced at Frank on your right, and Ray and Mikey on your left. They seemed nervous, too, as they waited for Gerard to speak. The silence in the room was deafening. 

“So,” Gerard said finally, “I’ve decided I quit.” 

“What?” you blinked. 

“I no longer want to be the vocalist of My Chemical Romance,” Gerard spelled out. “I’m out.” 

Four jaws dropped in unison. The mug nearly fell right out of your hand. 

“That means that My Chemical Romance is….over with,” Mikey realized. “I mean, there’s no way in hell that we could continue the band without you.” 

This much was obvious - Gerard was the group’s leader. It’s visionary. A drummer, such as yourself? Potentially replaceable. But the vocalist, lyricist, and frontman? No way. If he was done, his departure would be a bullet between My Chemical Romance’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” Gerard sighed. “I’ve been trying, to act like everything’s fine, and keep working on new songs with you guys. But….my heart’s just not in it anymore.” 

“What about the new album?!” Frank interjected. “The demos we’ve been working on so far….I thought those songs really had potential!” 

“The guitar parts you wrote were good, Frankie,” Gerard admitted. “If you want to take those melodies, and recycle them into a new project, at some point? You definitely have my blessing to do that.” 

“Frank might be fine forming some new band, with new people,” you said, tears forming in your eyes, “but, what about me? What am I supposed to do?” 

You had dropped out of school, years ago, when Gerard asked you to drum for his band. And the truth was, that you had nothing to fall back on. You’d spent the last decade of your life, focused on nothing, but being in My Chem. Now, that career was just….gone. 

“I was talking to Andy Hurley the other day,” Gerard said calmly. “He said, that when Fall Out Boy broke up, he became a touring drummer, for some other bands. Like, I think he went on the road with Earth Crisis for a while.” 

“Oh, so you just have all the answers, is that it?” you snapped. You didn’t think, he’d really given that much thought, to how this would affect you, at all. 

“Y/N, come on,” Ray intervened, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You have to admit….the last tour, was really hard on all of us.”

“He’s right,” Mikey sighed. “We were constantly jet lagged. I was eating No-Doz like candy, just to stay awake, during some of our shows.” 

“I...I never said being in this band was easy,” you stammered, “but that doesn’t mean you just give up!”

“I can’t force it, if the passion’s just not there anymore!” Gerard insisted. “Do you remember the last show we played?”

“Yeah, what about it?” you demanded. 

“I wasn’t even looking at the fucking crowd,” Gerard confessed. “Or at my mic. My head was somewhere completely else. I was looking at the sea, in the distance. I didn’t want to be on that stage. And I know that our performance suffered, because of that. It wasn’t my best work. If I can’t give the fans the show they deserve, I’d rather not do any more shows, at all.” 

“You didn’t feel happy at all, when you were playing with us?” you realized. 

“No,” Gerard said bluntly. “I felt nothing.” 

Your chest hurt, and your eyes welled up with tears. Nothing?

Being onstage with Gerard, watching him sing, from behind your drum kit, was euphoria to you. A high that no drug could match. Listening to the crowd sing along with him, as you played your heart out....those were always the best nights of your life. But, clearly, he didn’t feel the same way, that you did. 

You always thought you’d have more time with him. Whether it was in the studio, or on tour….you’d taken for granted, that you would have another opportunity, to tell him how you really felt. 

You’d had feelings for him, for a long time. To put it frankly, you were in love with him. 

I told myself, that as soon as we finished the record, I would confess my feelings to him, you recalled, your hands shaking. I didn’t want it to affect the work we were doing in the studio, so I was going to wait. But now the fifth MCR album, is never going to exist! 

Even if your fantasies of dating him never materialized, you thought you would always have him, as a bandmate. Even if we never became boyfriend and girlfriend….we would still travel the world together, as singer and drummer. That was something I thought I could always rely on! 

Now, everything you thought you’d have, was up in smoke. It was like the rug had been pulled out from under you. 

“Gerard, how could you?!” you cried, unable to stop the tears, from falling from your eyes. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be in any band, if it’s not with you!” 

“Y/N, I’m sorry…,” Gerard began, seeming taken aback, by how deeply, his words had wounded you. 

“Save it!” you barked. “I don’t want to hear it!” 

You grabbed your keys, and stormed out of the room. 

“Y/N! Wait!” Gerard cried. 

His voice didn’t stop you. If nothing was what he felt, sharing the stage with you….then, nothing was exactly what you would be to each other, from this day on. 

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FOUR YEARS LATER

You’d moved back to New Jersey, after the band broke up. Los Angeles held nothing for you anymore, but memories. All you wanted was to forget. 

You’d tried to fill the void in your heart, by blowing money on vinyls. You thought maybe, if you turned the volume all the way up, and made the whole house shake with sound, you wouldn’t be able to hear Gerard’s voice, in the back of your head. I felt nothing. 

Your time together had been special to you….but, clearly, you thought, it hadn’t been special to him. So, when the guy at the record store, had asked for your number, you’d given it to him. 

You thought you could get over Gerard, by jumping into bed with someone else. Patrick certainly wasn’t unattractive. And, he was never unkind to you. When he told you that he loved you, you said it back. 

But…..you didn’t mean it. Deep down in your heart, you knew you were still in love with Gerard. And the worst part was, Patrick knew it, too. So, the relationship failed. Of course it did.

But, it had left you with one good thing: a child. You loved your daughter, even though you didn’t love her father. Motherhood had given you a reason to get out of bed every day. Even if you felt like your life was in shambles, you still had a responsibility, to be there for her. 

She looked up at you, with innocent blue eyes, as you tucked her into bed. 

“Mommy need hug?” she asked, holding her teddy bear tightly. 

“No, sweetheart,” you sighed, ashamed that your mental state was so obvious, even to a toddler. “Mommy’s okay.”

You thought to yourself, as you kissed her goodnight, that she might be the only person in this world, to ever truly love you unconditionally. 

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You were sitting at the kitchen table, alone with your thoughts, and a glass of Pinot, when the phone rang. You wondered who it could be, at this hour. 

“Hey, Y/N,” said a familiar voice, when you picked up. 

“Frank?” you blinked. “What’s up?” 

“How are you doing?” your former bandmate asked gently. 

“Pretty good,” you lied. “It’s been a while.” 

“It has,” Frank admitted. “I just got done with a tour, not too long ago.” 

Right, you remembered. He’s got his own little solo project now. 

“What are you calling yourselves these days?” you asked. “The Cellabration?”

“No, it’s The Patience now,” Frank corrected. “Man, I really wish I could have convinced you to join us. You know you were my first pick, for a drummer.” 

“You found a better one,” you shrugged. “I bought a copy of your CD. It sounds like Matt Olsson is doing a hell of a job.” 

“I’ll tell him you said that,” Frank chuckled. “You been up to much, music wise?” 

“Nah,” you confessed. “I mean, I did a little production stuff, for an indie label, here in town. But mostly, I’ve just been living off royalties, and child support.” 

“Fair enough,” Frank replied. “How’s the little one doing?” 

“Lena‘s doing great,” you smiled. “She’s full of energy, like most three year olds are.” 

You heard Frank laughing. 

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I still can’t believe,” Frank snickered, “that you named your daughter Helena.” 

“Of course I did,” you said wistfully. “Of all the songs we ever composed together, I think that was my favorite.” 

“Honestly, it’s one of my favorites, too,” Frank confessed.

“How are Lily and Cherry?” you asked. “And Miles?” 

“The twins just had their seventh birthday,” Frank said proudly. “God, they’re getting so big. And Miles just started kindergarten, he loves it.” 

“That’s great,” you smiled. “Lena and I, should come over and visit you guys soon.” 

“I’d really like that,” Frank agreed. “I mean, you’re right down the road, after all.”

It was true - Frank, was the only other former band member, who had returned to New Jersey, after things went south. 

“....That’s actually part of, what I wanted to talk to you about,” Frank said, after a moment. 

“What do you mean?” you wondered. 

“So….you and I, still hang out all the time,” Frank began. 

“...Yeah?” you nodded. Where was he going with this? 

“But, you also visited Ray not too long ago, right?” he asked. 

“Uh, yeah, last fall,” you recalled. “He invited me down to his house in California. He wanted me to play drums, for a track on Remember The Laughter.” 

It had been nice to see him again - and even nicer, to get out of the East Coast snow. 

“But, while you were in LA, you also hung out with Mikey, right?” Frank asked. 

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “He asked me to go to a Dodgers game with him, while I was in town. It was pretty fun. He was asking me for parenting advice the whole time, because Kristin was pregnant with Rowan.” 

All of the former members of My Chemical Romance were parents now….except one. But, you didn’t want to talk about him. To your chagrin, this was the exact person, whom Frank asked about next. 

“What about Gerard?” he demanded. 

“What about him?” you scoffed. Even after all this time, thinking about him, still hurt. 

“I was texting Gee last night,” Frank explained. “Y/N….he told me that you haven’t gone and seen him, even once, since the day the band broke up.” 

“It’s true,” you admitted. 

“Shit, man,” Frank swore. “It’s been four years. Do you really hate him, that much?” 

“I don’t hate him,” you said softly. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” Frank tutted. “Was it really necessary, to block his number?” 

“It was,” you insisted. “I have nothing to say to him.” 

“Well,” Frank revealed, “he had something, that he wanted me to say to you.” 

Your eyes widened. 

“What is it?!” you demanded. 

“Damn,” Frank teased. “You sound pretty eager, for someone who refuses to speak to him directly. For the record, it’s kinda childish, if you ask me! You and I are both in our thirties now - and he just turned fuckin’ forty. And I still have to be a go-between, for you two?” 

“Just tell me what he said, already,” you said impatiently. 

“Fine, fine,” Frank sighed. “I’ll get to the point.” 

“Well, what is it?” What could he possibly have to say, after all this time?

“He asked me,” Frank whispered, “if you would be interested, in getting the band back together.”

You dropped the phone in shock. It hit the tile floor, with a crash. You were lucky, that the noise didn’t wake Lena. You bit your lip. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. 

Was this real?! you thought, your hands shaking. Oh, god, please let it be real. 

You’d wanted to hear those words for so long. Despite all your anger and resentment towards Gerard….you wanted him, to miss you. You wanted him, to want to get onstage with you again. Because deep down….you still wanted, that, too. 

You picked the phone up off the floor, and pressed it to your ear again. 

“Damn, Y/N, what was that?” Frank gaped. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I can hear you now. So….tell me again? Exactly what he said?”

“He said he wants to get all five of us in a room together,” Frank explained. “Just...try and jam for a little bit, and see where it goes from there.” 

“Where?” you asked. “LA, I’m guessing?” 

“Yeah….”

“Ok, when?” you interrupted. “I can try and find a sitter, to watch Lena for a weekend, so….” 

“Slow down!” Frank urged. “What the fuck, Y/N?” 

“What do you mean, what the fuck?” you asked, eyes narrowing. 

“You just told me, you haven’t said two words to Gerard, since 2013!” Frank reminded. “Now, all of a sudden, you’re chomping at the bit, to get on a plane, and go see him?” 

He had a point. You hated yourself for this. You’d spent the last four years, trying desperately to forget about Gerard. Now, as soon as he dangled the possibility of a reunion in front of you, you were wagging your tail like a dog for him. 

He still has me in the palm of your hand, you realized, cheeks burning. I hate it. 

“We weren’t sure,” Frank confessed, “if you would want to be part of the reunion at all. You guys didn’t leave things on the best of terms. Like...when you see him again, what the hell are you gonna say to him?” 

“I….I don’t know,” you realized. You thought about it for a moment. 

“One thing’s for sure,” you decided. “If My Chemical Romance is having a reunion, you’re sure as hell, not gonna have it without me.” 

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You hesitated in the studio doorway, your hand shaking on the door handle. 

Come on, you told yourself. You’ve come all this way. The flight from La Guardia to LAX was seven hours long. You had all that time, to talk yourself out of doing this. But, you’re here now. You’ve decided this is what you want. 

Steeling yourself, you turned the knob, and entered the room. 

He was there, as soon as you walked in. His hair was a natural brown now - not the short blonde it had been, the last time you’d seen him. It had become streaked with grey - but, then again, so had yours. Despite the lines of middle age, that had now begun to crease his face, he was still so, breathtakingly handsome. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Gerard said, his voice melting you like butter. “You look great.”

You didn’t say so do you - even though it was true. 

“H-how you have been?” you asked, trying to hide your shakes. 

“I’ve been well,” Gerard smiled. “How’s Patrick?” 

“We’re divorced,” you said dryly. 

“....Oh,” Gerard gasped. “Oh, fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You would, if you shot me an email, once in a while,” you snapped, remembering that you were supposed to ‘hate’ him. 

“Oh, so my number’s blocked, but an email’s fine with you?” Gerard huffed. “How am I supposed to know that? The telephone works both ways, you know.” 

“Guys!” interrupted the voice of the reason. “Can you not? Please?” 

“Ray!” you gasped, turning to face your frizzy-haired friend. “How are you? It’s so good to see you!” 

“It’s good to see you, too, Y/N,” Ray smiled. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you guys, too,” said another familiar voice, as Mikey entered the room. 

“Hey!” you smiled, walking over to greet him. “How’s the baby doing?”

“She’s beautiful,” Mikey said proudly. “How’s Helena?”

“Little Lena is getting bigger every day,” you smiled. “She’s adorable.” 

“You can compare baby pictures later,” joked another voice. “I’d win that contest, anyway. I have three cuties at home.” 

“Hi, Frank!” Mikey grinned. “How have you been, dude?” 

“Pretty good,” Frank smiled, setting down his guitar case. “Looks like the gang’s all here.”  

You looked around the room, scarcely believing it was true. But, you didn’t have to pinch yourself. It was real- all five members of My Chemical Romance, were together again.

“Are you ready to jam?” Ray grinned. 

“Absolutely,” you said, surprising yourself. 

“What should we play first?” Frank asked, taking his guitar out of its case, and hooking the strap over his shoulder. 

“Good question,” Gerard shrugged, walking over to the microphone stand, and adjusting it to his height. 

“What about ‘Helena’?” Mikey suggested, tuning his bass. 

“Sounds good to me,” you replied. You sat down, behind the drum kit, that the studio space owned. You still had your original kit - with the Danger Days “Exterminate” drum cover - in your basement, back home. 

You picked up your sticks. It had been so long, but holding them in your hands, felt so right, in a way that you couldn’t describe. 

“Ray, you wanna start us off?” Gerard asked. 

“Alright,” Ray nodded. “One, two, three, four…”

He began to play the opening notes, that you knew so well. 

“Long ago,” Gerard crooned, “just like the hearse you, died to get in again…”

Your cymbals joined him - and at just the right time, too. Like muscle memory coming back. 

“We are,” Gerard sang, “so far from you!”

Mikey and Frank’s parts kicked in, and you felt a wave of adrenaline, that hit you so fast, it almost made you miss the beat. 

“Burning on…,” Gerard continued, surprisingly in-key. 

“Just like a match you strike to incineraaaaate!” Ray harmonized, “the lives of everyone you knoooow!”

The two men sounded incredible together, given that the last time they’d performed this song, was 2012. It was like riding a bike, you realized. You guys had played this one together, so many times, that it only took being next to each other, to unlock it all again. 

You felt a wave of nostalgia, as the song continued:

And what's the worst you take (worst you take)

From every heart you break (heart you break)

And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)

Well, I've been holding on tonight

What's the worst that I can say?

Things are better if I stay

So long and goodnight

So long not goodnight

“....Fuck, that sounded so good!” Gerard grinned, stopping after the chorus. “I thought we’d be really rusty!” 

“I know, right?” Ray laughed. 

Suddenly, Gerard’s smile faded, as he turned back, and looked at you. “....Y/N?”

“What?” you asked. “I agree, that was decent.” 

“Y/N….you’re crying,” Gerard said softly. 

“Huh?” you blinked. You set your drumstick down, and touched your finger to your eye. It came away wet. 

Fuck, you realized, he’s right. You hadn’t even noticed. Despite the sharp words you’d exchanged, when you walked in the door, playing together, had made your true feelings plain. You had missed this. You had missed this so much. 

“I….I think I need a smoke break,” you stammered, and headed for the door. 

“Y/N! Wait!” Gerard called. It sounded just like deja vu. 

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He found you outside, holding a cigarette in your shaking palm. You could barely see the lighter through your tears. The stupid flame wouldn’t catch. 

“You want me to get that?” Gerard offered. 

“No!” you sniffed. “Just, go away!” 

Ignoring you, Gerard took the lighter from your hand. 

“Here,” he said, and lit the cigarette for you. You took a drag. 

“....You want one?” you offered, awkwardly handing him the pack, as you wiped your eyes. 

“Nah,” Gerard shook his head. “I quit.”

“...Did you really?” you blinked, surprised. 

“Yeah, just this year,” Gerard nodded. “I figured, if we were gonna do this, I wanted to make sure, that my lungs were in good shape.” 

“....How long have you known, that you wanted to come back?” you wondered. 

“Not long,” Gerard confessed. “Honestly, I thought you would say no.”

“To you?” you laughed, bitterly. “Never.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gerard raised an eyebrow. “I thought you can’t stand me, these days.” 

“Gee,” you sighed. “Listen….I never hated you.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” 

“It wasn’t hate, that kept me away,” you confessed. “It was love.” 

“Love?” Gerard repeated, confused. 

“You broke my heart,” you explained, “when you killed the band.”

“Yeah, all the guys were heartbroken, when I told them it was over,” Gerard acknowledged. 

“No,” you shook your head. “You don’t understand.” 

“Then, explain it to me!” Gerard demanded. “Nobody was happy with me with that day, but you’re the only one who cut off all contact afterwards! And I have spent every day, of the last four years, wondering why!” 

“Because I was in love with you, you idiot!” you cried. 

Gerard gasped, staring at you in shock. 

Fuck, you trembled. I can’t believe I said that out loud. 

“You….wanted to be with me?” Gerard asked, eyes wide. 

“Of course I did,” you said, beginning to cry again. “But, you didn’t even want me as a bandmate anymore - let alone a lover. You didn’t feel a thing - you gave up our life’s work, like it was nothing to you.” 

“Y/N, I was relapsing,” Gerard said softly, staring at his shoes. 

“You….you what?” 

“During the World Contamination Tour,” Gerard admitted, shame-faced. “The stress of being on the road, it was just too much for me. I was seven years sober, and I fell off the wagon. I hated myself for it. But I knew, if we started another album cycle, and went on another tour, after that….I was going to do it again.” 

“That’s why you wanted to quit the band?” you realized. “I never knew….” 

“You never let me explain myself!” Gerard reminded. “You just took off!” 

“B-but, I never noticed you drinking, when we were on tour….” you stammered. 

“I hid it well,” Gerard sighed. “I didn’t want to disappoint you. You thought I was such a great guy….I didn’t want you to see the truth about me.” 

“You are a great guy, Gee,” you assured him. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t gotten so angry at you, for making the choice you made, if I had known how badly you were struggling, on the inside….” 

“It was kill the band,” Gerard revealed, “or fall back into the bad habits, that were going to kill me.”

“I….I don’t want you to get killed, Gerard,” you sobbed. “I would never, ever want that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, for how I’ve treated you, this whole time….”

“I’m sorry, too,” Gerard said, reaching a gentle hand up, to wipe the tear from your eye. “I’m sorry, that I was so self-absorbed, that I never realized, how you felt about me.”

“I hid that well, too,” you confessed. 

“I would never have wasted the last four years of my life like this,” Gerard sighed, “if I had known, that my feelings were reciprocated.”

“Re…Reciprocated?” you repeated. No….could he mean….?

“After you went back to Jersey,” Gerard bared his soul, “I felt like there was a hole in my heart. And I didn’t know why. By the time I figured it out - by the time I was sober, and mentally stable again, and the type of man you actually deserved - goddamnit, Y/N, you were married to someone else!” 

“I only accepted Patrick’s proposal, because I was pregnant,” you admitted, embarrassed. “And I only slept with him, in the first place, to try and convince myself, that I was capable of wanting, somebody who wasn’t you.” 

“But….you and Patrick split up,” Gerard realized. “Fuck. Y/N. If I had known, that you two weren’t still together….I would have been on a plane to New Jersey, months ago, begging you for another chance.” 

“I don’t want him,” you cried. “I want you, Gerard. I always did. I wished Lena was yours, because the wanting never stopped. I want you still!” 

“Then, be mine, damnit!” Gerard cried, and took you in his arms. He kissed your tear stained face, and your sobbing finally stopped, as his lips crashed into yours. 

He tasted so sweet….everything you’d wanted, and more. It was like a dream come true. 

“The guys are waiting inside,” you reminded, “for us to go back in there, and play some more songs with them.”

“Let then wait,” Gerard shushed you, pulling you in again. “I’ve waited four years for this.” 

He kissed you, and you felt as if you could fly. All was, finally, right with the world again. 

#gerard way x reader #gerard way imagine #band member reader #gothtober #damn I actually really like how this one turned out #I was listening to Forget Me Too by MGK while I was writing it #idk the vibes are the same

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Keep it to Yourself - Frank Iero x Reader

Requested Summary: The last shows of warped tour are coming closer, and the band tries to convince Frank to act on his feelings for the reader Warnings: insecurities, angst, fluff Word count: 3 307 A/N: This was originally “just” a request, but I want to dedicate this to @mariawritesfanfic because it’s her birthday today! Everyone go over to her blog, check out her wonderful stories (she does Christmas/Winter themed stories for every day until Christmas!) and wish her a happy birthday!

“Oh man, I think I’m dying of thirst,” you mumbled, while you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand.

The sun burnt down mercilessly on you and the other few people who were working at the merchandise stand at Warped Tour. You lifted another box with MCR shirts on the table, and started piling the clothes out of the box, sorting the different shirt motives according to their sizes.

“Water?”

You turned around in surprise at the, by now, fairly familiar voice of a certain guitarist. Frank smiled at you as he held out a bottle of water.

“You are my savior,” you grinned, and took the bottle from the young man, who watched you contently as you satisfied your thirst with the icy cold beverage he had fetched you.

“Don’t you guys have any shade back here,” he wondered, furrowing his brows.

“Shade, good joke,” you laughed unamused, and handed him back the now half-empty bottle.

“Keep it,” he mumbled under his breath, and placed it on the table, making you smile.

“And to answer your question, no we don’t have any shade.”

“But you had some last week, didn’t you,” Frank asked confused, and hopped to sit on the table next to the box, which you continued pulling shirts out from.

“They said they lost the parasol,” Grace, your colleague and friend, explained over her shoulder.

“And they didn’t bother organizing a new one?”

Frank sounded disbelieving, a gesture that in itself already made you feel better.

“Apparently not, maybe we should be a tad bit more insistent on that point,” you shrugged.

“Do you want me to get you some sunscreen?”

You looked over at Frank who was still sitting on the table, watching you work.

“Nah, it’s fine,” you denied with a smile.

“In fifty years, when you got skin cancer, you’ll think differently about it,” Frank told you seriously, and got off the table, “I’m gonna get you some!”

“Don’t you have to go on in like… ten minutes,” you shouted after the guitarist, who had already started jogging away, but either he did not hear you, or he did not want to hear you.

Frank’s band mates in the meantime had watched the interaction between the two of you from the shadow of a tent that sold cold beverages. The area was not yet opened to the public, allowing them a few last quiet moments before the show.

“These fools,” Mikey shook his head, “they still don’t get their feelings aren’t one sided?”

Ray shook his head.

“I don’t think they even got to the point of understanding that they are in love,” he mumbled, taking a sip from his coke.

“We only got a couple of shows left,” Gerard reminded them, “do you think they’ll finally get together until then?”

“No.”

The answer came both from Ray and Mikey at the same time.

“So… do you guys think we should help them?”

Ray turned to look at Gerard.

“You mean we should set them up?”

“Let’s be honest here for a moment. Frank will only be sulking around for the next three years if he doesn’t get together with (y/n), and we’ll be the ones who’ll have to suffer. In our own interest we should do them the favour,” Gerard argued.

“You have a weird way of reasoning,” Mikey shook his head, “but I’m afraid you’re right.”

They grew quiet as Frank jogged past them again, this time with a tube of sunscreen in his hand. When you saw him you threw your hands in the air, and rolled your eyes at him, but laughed.

“Yep, we need to set them up,” even Ray eventually agreed, “They’ll never get this done on their own.”

“Fools.”

~*~

The following days were hectic and loud, and you hardly found time to calm down for a moment. There were only a handful of shows left. While you loved working for My Chemical Romance, and going on Warped Tour with them, you started feeling worn out. The long days under the burning sun were exhausting, and there was always someone who had instructions for you or wanted you to do something more than was your job. You helped where you could, since you liked the job, but you also really started looking forward to the moment you could sit down in peace.

The exhaustion which the physical work was causing you was undeniable, but at the same time your heart and mind were also tense.

Of course you had noticed pretty early into the tour that you liked Frank. He was pleasant to be around, he always looked out for you, was chaotic and sweet at the same time, and overall just exactly the kind of person you liked. Trying not to get yourself into any trouble, you had told yourself it was not anything important, and so you had ignored the way your heart started hammering in your chest, and the way you got all shaky every time he walked up to you. It felt like an invisible string was connecting the two of you, pulling you closer towards him, but then again he was a very attractive man, probably everyone who was into men felt that way about Frank.

If it had only stayed at that, everything would have been fine, but when there were only seven days of tour left, Gerard, Mikey and Ray started behaving weirdly. They always made jokes about how great of a boyfriend Frank would be, about how caring and sweet he was, about how the two of you would be such a cute couple.

These words confused you more than anything. Of course you knew they meant nothing; that the three men were just teasing Frank and you, but for the first time, you allowed yourself to imagine what being with Frank would be like.

And your stupid heart took that as the signal to break silently every time you merely thought about him. He was a rock star, thousands and thousands of people looked up to him, and felt the same tight feeling in their chest when they thought about him, and you were just one of them. You were not any different from them.

Had you told this to Frank, he would immediately have listed a thousand things he loved about you. The way you smiled so sweetly when he did something stupid, the way you rolled your eyes at him when he was being silly, how you ran your fingers through your hair when you were thinking… He adored the way you looked, your character, your smile, your jokes, and when you pretended to be mad with him. Everything about you was perfect to him, but he did not get aware of it until the second last show.

It was late already; the show MCR should play was the last one of the evening.

Backstage the four band members were joking around. Ray and Gerard were doing their vocal warm ups, and Frank had just finished fiddling around with his guitar, when he suddenly heard Mikey mention your name. Obviously Frank immediately listened up, trying to overhear his friends, but at the same time unable to fight the jealousy in his chest when he heard his band mates talk about how pretty and clever and sweet you were.

Had he really thought you were only sweet to him? Had he thought you would ever pay special attention to him with the other three around? It was well know he was the short, chaos-causing one. Why should you like him if there was someone around like Gee, with his pretty face and all his drawing skills, or Mikey, who was super funny once he warmed up to someone, or Ray who was so incredibly talented and skilled in everything he did? The answer was obviously that you would not like him, and that idea alone brought angry tears to his eyes.

It was Gerard who noticed the pained expression on the guitarist’s face first.

“Guys, shut up,” he warned, and nodded to their friend.

“Oh shit,” Ray swore and shook his head, quickly walking over to Frank, who was still too occupied with his own thoughts to notice that the conversation had been interrupted.

“We fucked up,” Mikey realised, and together with his brother he followed Ray.

“If you’re so much into them, then why don’t you fucking tell ‘em,” Frank was about to argue, making the others shake their heads. “they deserve to be happy, but instead you just make fun of them!”

“It’s not us who’s into them,” Ray tried to explain.

“We’re not making fun of them,” Mikey defended at the same time.

“We- listen Frankie, we just thought that with a bit of teasing, you would finally get your ass over to them and tell ‘em how you feel,” Gerard clarified.

“How I feel,” echoed Frank hollowly.

“Come on dude, you’ve been in love with them since the beginning of tour,” Ray reminded him, “don’t think we didn’t notice.”

“I’m not-“

“And I hate to say this, but time’s running out, man,” Gerard added, “There are two shows left, and then god knows when you get to see ‘em again. You really should pull your shit together, and talk to them.”

Mikey and Ray nodded approvingly.

“I’m not in love with (y/n),” Frank defended, and at the beginning of the sentence he was still convinced of his words, but by the end he already started doubting them.

“Yeah, yeah, great, keep telling yourself that,” Mikey shrugged unimpressed, “But the truth is that they definitely caught your interest, you caught theirs, and you should at least try to ask them out or something.”

“Because if you don’t, you’ll be in a mood for years, and only write songs about broken-heartedness or something, and we’re the ones who’ll have to deal with this, so do us the favour.”

Frank was about to disagree with Gerard, but then he remembered his notebook, which currently had started filling with half-finished love songs, both happy and sad.

Sighing in defeat Frank hung his head. He knew the others were right, and it was terribly annoying having to admit it, but he was no coward, at least not when it came to his friends.

“So what do you suggest I do,” he gave in, pleadingly looking into his band mates’ faces.

“Okay, so listen here-”

~*~

You already felt a bit nostalgic, and it was only the second last show, as you walked up to the side of the stage, spying out from behind one of the light consoles.

Since the show was so late in the evening, and you had worked all day, someone else had taken over the merch, giving you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. And in all the time you had only seen two complete shows, so that was what you decided to treat yourself with. Sitting down on the floor, making sure not to be in anybody’s way, you looked out over the stage.

Ray was head banging to the beat, Mikey stood close to the centre, bopping his head to the music as well. Gerard was skipping over the stage, using the instrumental bridge to run over to Ray, who grinned at him.

And then there was Frank. He was going crazy as always, lying on his back, playing his guitar flawlessly. A second later he jumped up and onto one of the monitors, his sweaty hair falling into his forehead, while he tried to see past the blinding lights into the audience.

When he turned around to jump off the speaker again, he saw you sitting on the floor at the side of the stage, stopping when his eyes met yours. He seemed to stand frozen for a second, before he shot you a grin, which almost seemed shy, considering how bolt he usually was, and then continued the show.

From that moment on, you were unable to tear your eyes away from him. Ignoring the stinging pain in your chest, you watched him jump around, and laugh, and roll over the stage, almost head-butting Ray at one point, and chasing Mikey, who always made sure to keep a safe distance to the personification of havoc.

Sometimes Frank looked over to you, every time smiling brighter than the lights that were illuminating the stage, but when the last song for the night kicked off, his smiles started to lose their power, and instead the glances he shot you were tainted with concern and worry. By the time the audience broke into applause after the song, his face was full of what almost looked like fear, making you worry about what was on his mind.

The band was waving and walking off, away from you, going off stage at the opposite side from where you were getting up from the floor, shooting one of the techies a smile. Gerard noticed that Frank was following them, but stopped him.

“Go over and talk to them,” the singer encouraged, “Now’s your moment!”

Frank hesitated, but when Gerard gently shoved him into your direction, he obeyed, and jogged over to you.

“Are you alright?”

Concerned you took a few steps towards Frank, who you had noticed walking over to you. He was sweaty, his hair and his shirt sticking to his skin, a frown on his face, and the guitar swung to his back.

Without answering, he grabbed your wrist, and dragged you further away from the edge of the stage, into a little corner where nobody could see you.

“Frank, hey,” by now you were really worried about him. He looked pale and nervous, a state you had never seen the cheerful man in. “What’s going on?”

The corner Frank had dragged you in was so tiny that your back was already bumping into one of the big boxes in which usually the speakers were transported. When he took a step closer to you, you had nowhere to go. Not that you really wanted to, but he was behaving weirdly, and as close as you were standing now, you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

His eyes were fixed on the floor, darting around nervously.

Gently you reached your hand to his chin, and lifted his head so he was looking at you. His hazel eyes were pleadingly staring into yours, as if he was asking you to understand something he did not want to phrase. And before you even knew what happened, he had closed the short distance between your faces and kissed you passionately, desperately even, pushing you back so you were pinned against the box. Surprised and confused you returned the kiss, your body reacting before your mind had even started to comprehend what was going on. While your thoughts still tried to scramble to their feet, your heart was beating in your throat, and you wrapped your arms around Frank’s neck, pulling him closer to you, leaning into his touch as he placed his hands at your waist to pull you against him, but making sure your back was still pressing against the obstacle behind you, keeping you in place.

In the end you had no way of telling for how long Frank and you had been kissing, hidden away from prying eyes. You just knew that when you broke the kiss eventually, you were terribly out of breath, and your cheeks were burning hot red. Frank’s face was as flushed as yours, and it was not due to a lack of sunscreen during the day, and his sweaty shirt had started to dry.

You swallowed hard, your arms still wrapped around his neck, and your forehead pressed against his. In irregular patterns his breath fanned over your cheek, making you want to kiss him all over again, but you were too out of breath, and your muscles seemed to have gone into stand-by-mode from all the slight shivers and the excitement Frank had caused you.

“What was that,” you asked, still out of breath, your eyes closed. Your voice was shaky and higher than usual, but you did not find it in you to care about such details right now.

“Want me to repeat it,” Frank asked, and you could hear the smirk on his lips.

“Give me a moment,” you laughed, pulling away slightly and immediately leaning your forehead against Frank’s shoulder, the rigid leather strap of his guitar pressing against your skin.

Frank chuckled, a sound you would never get enough of, and slowly let go of your waist before wrapping his arms around your back. Indeed there seemed to have passed some time since his shirt was cool and almost dry now.

“So… basically I have fallen in love with you, and the guys said I should act on it, so we don’t have to publish an album filled with all the songs I wrote about you,” Frank whispered against your ear, making you giggle.

Lifting your head back up, you took a good look at his face. There were still a couple of strands of his black hair sticking to his forehead, his pupils were blown wide, leaving only a small rim of the hazel colour to see. A pink blush was dusted over his cheeks, and some very faint freckles spread over his nose. A soft smile was playing around his lips, and slowly he lifted a hand to your face, brushing a strand of your own hair out of your vision.

Quickly you leant in again, his words still echoing in your mind, and pressed your lips against his once more, shorter, sweeter this time, until Frank was full on grinning.

“Frank?” The voice of one of the techies eventually drew you back into reality. “Frank! Where are you! There is a press team who want to do a quick interview with the band!”

Frank’s groaning was less a sound than a deep vibration against your body, and exhausted he dropped his head against your shoulder, making you giggle.

“Do they really need me,” he mumbled, and you were sure he was rolling his eyes.

“Frank! I know you’re back here! We’ve searched everywhere else already!”

“Apparently they do,” you smiled, and ran one of your hands through his hair. “Take it as a compliment.”

Frank groaned again, and untangled himself from you, but making sure to run his fingers down your arm, and intertwine them with yours.

“Fine,” he shouted, still looking at you, “I’m here! I give up!”

Holding your hand, he stepped out of the corner that had hidden you so perfectly.

“Hell yeah, each one of the guys owes me five bucks,” the techie laughed, already turning his back to Frank and you, leading the way.

“For what,” Frank asked curious.

“They said you wouldn’t have the guts to confront (y/n),” techie explained, a shit eating grin on his face.

Frank turned to you.

“They bid on us,” he deadpanned, making you giggle.

“Actually I’m not surprised; they did make an effort these past days to point out how much of a catch you’d be.”

“I hate them.”

“Tell that to the press, that sure would make for some headlines,” you laughed, causing Frank to giggle too.

“Guess so!”

When you reached the trailer in which the rest of the band and a camera team was waiting, even at this late hour, Frank quickly leant down to kiss your hair, before the techie threw open the door.

“Oh fucking finally,” Ray cheered, when he saw you and Frank standing outside.

“Was about time,” Gerard laughed, and Mikey nodded along, grinning brightly.

“Yeah, yeah, keep it to yourself,” Frank muttered, but was unable to hide his smile, as he pulled you into the bus with him, your fingers still entangled with his.

~*~*~*~

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[ashesonthefloor]

you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶

rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

tysm to @httpsgfg @lonellyheart @clumsyclifford and @lukehummingbirdz for tagging me! even though I know bella only did it to call me out. and i will be honest, I don’t actually “like” many songs on Spotify so I’m just randomly choosing a couple playlists I actually listen to and shuffling on there. u might wanna skip the wack ass commentary but I had fun! my music taste is eclectic at best so enjoy!

for reference, I used my On Repeat, my playlist for sexy and badass songs (almost entirely by women), and my my chemical romance playlist which I will not disclose how often I listen to that bc I like seeming mostly mentally stable, and my painting playlist bc it’s stuff I sit and fuckin go hard to

1. Invitation by AshNikko

starting off strong here, clearly. this one is a BANGER though, I recommend it. it’s also about not policing women’s bodies, so if ure into that...

2. Love Me Dead by Ludo

will be honest. found this one like a month or two ago. but it SLAPS. lyrics are a little more angsty than my usual but it vibes anyway. it sounds boppy and that’s the important part <3

3. Cry by AshNikko ft. Grimes

this fucking SLAPPPPPSSSSS. no better way to feel like a bad bitch

4. Olivia by One Direction

a BANGER. okay. she vibes. she deserves a spot on here. my favourite 1D song? no. do I vibe to her? absoFUCKINGlutely. as should everyone

5. Manners by AshNikko

A BANGER!!!!! A TUNE!!!! she SLAPS so hard. one of my favourite AshNikko songs, up there w Daisy. the BASS on this owns my entire ass. as does AshNikko herself if I’m being honest

6. The End by My Chemical Romance

she is....how do u say.....iconic. I will go hard to her, I must say. yes, I’m fine

7. Raise Hell by Dorothy

holy fuck....this song is so good. it’s like. I can’t even explain. the beat is amazing. want to feel badass? like u might start a fire? maybe topple the government? this is the Song for You. it Fucks

8. Problem by Natalia Kills

this song fucks. I also feel badass listening to it honestly. it hits Hard. the bass can eat me alive. if the song doesn’t have heavy drums or base, I don’t want it, basically. also yes, she is not the best person, however. the song. fucks.

9. Black Sheep by Gin Wigmore

oh this song does so fucking Hard. everything I said before also applies here. there r no sexual undertones here though which is Amazing. still feel badass. I will Step on someone to this song

10. Horns by Bryce Fox

another song with really heavy bass and sexy drums to feel badass to. are we sensing a Vibe yet? probably. I shall Switch Playlists again

11. Party Poison by My Chemical Romance

dedicated to Helen who absolutely despises this song <3 i actually like it enough. not my favourite song by them BUT she slaps and it’s fun enough to vibe to and truly that’s all that matters

12. I Never Told You What I Do For A Living by My Chemical Romance

helloooooooo this song slaps okay it’s just good. murder??? “I’m so dirty, babe”. the CHANGE at the end. ohhhhh boy she is SEXY

13. Machine Gun (Fuck The NRA) by YUNGBLUD

have I mentioned I love him? because I love him. this song slaps so hard and I will forever go hard to it, sorry not sorry. the BASS. the message...sexy

14. Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

this song? also sexy. all my songs are, I think, in different ways. I don’t know much about the band or anything but this song has rights

15. DESTROYA by My Chemical Romance

this song actually is sexy. anti capitalism? oh fuck yeah. to be clear, that is what I mean, and not little bastard Gerard’s unhinged moaning. get a room, sir, and not a recording studio <3 (I’m just being Mean for no reason aksnsnsns the song is Good I’m painting a jacket for it)

16. I Am Going To K*ll The President Of The United States by Leathermouth

speaking of unhinged.......here is this. don’t ask, just accept and move on. it sounds good and is fun to scream with

17. braindead! by YUNGBLUD

holy fuck this song is SO GOOD I go so so hard to it. I lost my mind hearing it the first time and I was supposed to get to hear it live for the first time back in May but alas life does not work the way I want it to. anyway. slaps. sexy. good.

18. Die Young by grandson

don’t think I’ve really mentioned him on here but I LOVE him so much and his fucking MESSAGE. also he was the sweetest person when I met him, and he gives fantastic hugs. anyway. this song goes hard and I lose my mind to it and go completely feral. the message is fantastic and it sounds...so good....fast and loud is my favourite genre

19. Apologize by grandson

my Spotify loves lumping a bunch of the same artists at the same time thank u for that BUT this song is also good. it’s a little slower but the message is also fantastic, and proves a good point. “lose a bit of myself with every selfie” is a raw ass line anyway

20. Obey by Bring Me The Horizon ft. YUNGBLUD

HELLLOOOOOOOOO this song is SO good holy fuck. it only came out earlier today but it’s fast, loud, and ANGRY which are some of my favourite qualities god this song SLAPS so hard it’s so so so sexy......the message.....I will add her to the Jacket....

listen I think everyone’s already done this because I always answer mine horrendously late BUT I will tag @mikeycliffords bc I love her dearly. I literally don’t know anyone else that hasn’t yet been tagged BUT anyone that wants to do this, I tagged u, sorry, no take backs, i’d love to see answers xx

#all my music taste says is that im oit to dismantle the government AND the patriarchy and i will twerk a lil while i do so #do i seem Feral yet #okay adding on a week later i sound FUCKIHR unhinged #good LUCK reading any of this #id skip the commentary #ill add a read more whebever im on my laptop #about me #playlists #ainslee speaks #tag games #personal

[robinrunsfiction]

Ok I’ve had this idea in my head for weeks and I trust you to write it. Person A: I’m in love with (person B)?! Why didn’t you tell me? Revenge Frank x reader during warped tour. Where the reader does merch for either my chem or another band and she’s kinda girlier (soft emo? Idk) and frank keeps finding excuses to talk to her and the band keeps teasing him about it. Just lots of awkward but cute fluffiness. Sorry it’s so long I’ve had this idea for weeks and can’t get it out of my head.

Summer of Like, Summer of Love 

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @scrolling-my-life-awayWord Count: ~2,400Author’s Note:I love this request because I’m biased toward the early to mid-2000s as this is when I discovered FOB, MCR, all of them really! Also this request gave me an excuse to look at pre-hiatus FOB pics, revenge era MCR, and my own facebook photos for inspo! Also a little background Petekey for fun!

On the 2005 Warped Tour, the heat of the summer sun bakedeveryone alive during the day, and the parties revived everyone at night andtonight was no exception. You were only about a week into your first majortour, running the merch booth for the hottest new band, Fall Out Boy. You weresipping on a cup of stale beer as you looked around at all the band members,roadies and groupies who were partying after the last sets of the nightfinished.

You tried to pick out anyone you recognized when suddenlyyou thought you spotted a face that looked familiar. There were tons of bandsyou loved on the tour, but more than any other band, you really wanted to meetthe guys from My Chemical Romance, and you thought you saw them across the way.You could have sworn for a second Frank was even looking your way.

“Hey, (YN), wanna go grab some food?” Your cousin Patrickasked, seeming to appear out of thin air.

“Jesus, Trick, you really have to scare me like that?” Youjumped.

“Sorry, you wanna go grab something to eat or not?”

“Yea, I suppose,” you said setting your mostly empty cup ona table before following Patrick toward the van waiting to take the band out toget dinner.

From across the parking lot, Frank watched you walk away.

“Hey Mikes, what’s that one band you can’t shut up about?”

Mikey thought for a second. “You mean Fall Out Boy?”

“Yea, we should check them out tomorrow.”

~

The next day Frank, Mikey and Gerard were standing just offstage as Fall Out Boy performed.

“Who are you looking for?” Gerard asked as he watched Franklooking around at everyone but the band on stage.

“No one,” Frank replied snapping back to attention. “I’ll beright back,” he replied wandering off.

“Wasn’t this his idea?” Gerard asked his brother whoseattention was glued to the band, specifically the bassist on stage. “Never mind,”he muttered to himself.

Frank’s suspicion was correct. The girl he had spotted thenight before was singlehandedly working the Fall Out Boy merch booth, but atthe moment she wasn’t busy since all the fans were watching the band play.

“Hi, what can I- oh my God, you’re Frank Iero. Sorry, I justlove your music,” you gushed, blushing crimson.

Frank laughed and looked down to keep from blushing himself.He was used to girls fawning over him, throwing themselves at him, but this wasdifferent. He was certain you were the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Umm, what’s your name?”

“(YN),” you replied. “Sorry, again, you just startled me.”

He laughed again. “Are you gonna be at the party tonight?”

“Yea, usually am,” you replied, starting to notice peoplewere standing back, looking at the merch. “I’ll see you there?”

“Yea, I’ll see ya,” Frank said before waving and headingback to the backstage area before he got mobbed by fans.

~

Knowing that Frank was probably going to come talk to you atthe party tonight, you decided to put a little more effort into yourappearance. You had been avoiding wearing makeup during the day, since it wouldjust melt off in the heat, but now you made yourself up, and pulled on a pinktank top and a denim mini skirt.

You found Patrick and Joe by one of the kegs and Patrickpoured you a beer. You talked for a while before Pete and My Chemical Romancearrived. Everyone introduced themselves and you couldn’t help but notice Frankhad come to stand over by you.

“(YN), you need a refill?” Patrick asked.

“No, I’m good thanks,” you replied as some more people cameover and started talking. You spotted a picnic table close by and sat down.Much to your delight, Frank followed.

“So, is that your boyfriend?” Frank asked almost shyly.

“Patrick? Oh my God, no! He’s my cousin! He got me the jobmanaging the merch booth because I just graduated college and don’t have a jobyet.”

Frank tried to keep his cool and not let a relieved smilewash over his face. “Oh, sweet. What did you major in?”

“Marketing with a minor in graphic design. It was kind of amiddle ground. My parents would pay for school if I majored in something Icould get a job with.”

“So, what do you wanna do with it?”

You sighed. “I dunno, maybe get a job at an ad agency or-”

“No no, not what do your parents want you to do, what do youwanna do?” He asked, looking dead in your eyes. You stared back, a slow smilecreeping across your face. You were surprised he was able to see through yoursafe, but boring response.

“I wanna design band merch, and logos, and album art, all ofit. That’s why Patrick put me up for this job, he knows I��ve been obsessed withthis for years.”

Frank smiled once he heard the truth spill from your lips.“That’s so cool, I’d love to see your work some time.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I have a sketch bookback in the bus I could show you.”

“Hey (YN), Frank, we’re going to a party, wanna come?” Peteshouted before Frank could reply.

“Wanna go?” Frank asked you.

“Sure, I could use a change of scenery.”

~

The party was at an over-full house, and most of the peoplein attendance were from the tour as well. The stench of stale beer and weedwafted through the air as music blasted through speakers.

“So much for a change of scenery,” you muttered as youfollowed the gang through the crush of bodies.

“Should have stayed outside, it was cooler out there,” youheard Ray comment behind you.

“Come on,” Frank said taking the lead, charging through thecrowd toward the back of the house. Soon you had escaped into the backyard andinto fresh air.

“This is better,” you commented, straightening your skirt.

Both bands assembled outside around a fire pit that someonehad started but left unattended. Gerard and Andy watched over their friendslike two sober babysitters as everyone got drinks and sat around the fire. Youfound a lawn chair and got comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should try tojump into a conversation, but again Frank made his way to you, pulling up hisown chair.

“Is this your first time being on tour?” Frank asked.

“Yea, I’ve worked some of their local shows and helped makeshirts for them and stuff, but this is the first time I’ve gotten out on theroad. It’s such a different experience. Do you like it?”

“Yea, being in front of the crowds is amazing, but anytime Ican do anything with music I’m happy.”

“Being on this tour I’ve seen a lot of awesome bands, butyou guys are the best. Like, your energy on stage is incredible,” you toldFrank.

“Thanks,” he replied with a grin, again looking down,feeling a blush on his cheeks.

As you and Frank talked, you both leaned closer together, withyou occasionally getting up the nerve to place your hand on his arm, and hewould look you in the eyes adoringly. Neither of you quite believing what youwere experiencing between you.

“Do you think they see what’s going on between them?” Gerardasked.

“I have no idea,” Ray replied with a laugh as he tookanother swig of his beer.

“Just don’t think you can steal our merch girl, she’s the onlyone who can put up with them,” Andy said nodding to his band mates.

“As long as Pete doesn’t runaway with Mikey,” Gerard said with a laughand a glance toward the bassists who had wandered off from the group.

~

It had been a couple weeks since the start of the tour and Frank wasstill going out of his way to hang out with you when he could, and your crush onhim was as strong as ever. Even though so many people looked at you and how youdressed, or did your hair, and thought you didn’t belong with the punk or emo scene,Frank made you feel like you belonged because he looked past that and got toknow you. And as Frank got to know you, his feelings deepened for you as well.

You had been in your bunk, listening to music as you drew inyour sketchbook when you heard Mikey and Pete leaving the back of the bus.

“Wait, Mikey, are you going back to your bus?” You asked,scrambling off your bed.

Mikey stopped almost out the door. “Yea, why?”

You handed him the folded piece of paper. “Its just a designidea I thought Frank might like,” you explained.

Mikey smiled knowingly. “Sure.”

When Mikey arrived back at the My Chemical Romance bus, hefound Frank reading in the back.

“Here,” Mikey said handing his band mate the piece of paper.

“What is it?”

“Its from (YN),” the words barely left Mikey’s mouth beforeFrank snatched the paper from him, a grin forming on his face.

“Oh this is so cool,” he said in awe.

“What is it?” Gerard asked as he and Ray came into the backof the bus.

“(YN) made something for Frank,” Mikey answered.

“It’s a cool design of my name,” he said still studying thedetails around the letters of his name, running his fingers over the lines. “Ishould write her a song to thank her,” he thought aloud, momentarily forgettinghis band mates presence.

“Damn Frank you’ve really fallen for this girl,” Ray saidwith a laugh.

“What? No, she’s just super cool, and really cute, andalways smells good and she’s easy to talk to.”

“And you never stop smiling when she’s around, and she’s allyou can talk about when she isn’t, and you wanna write a song for her,” Gerardsmiled, hoping his friends mind would go where he was leading.

Frank sat for a moment and then a look of realization washedover him. “I’m in love with (YN)? Why didn’t you tell me?” Frank exclaimed.

“I think you’re the only person who never noticed,” Mikeylaughed.

“What am I gonna do?”

“Ask her out like a normal human being?” Ray suggested.Frank shot him a look that said that was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.“What? It’s really not that big of a deal. I mean, I could ask her out if Iwanted to.”

“No!” Frank shouted, jumping up. “I’m gonna do it.”

~

It was nearing the fourth of July, so almost everyone whoshouldn’t have been allowed near explosives had purchased fireworks. Frank was scanning the crowd nervously looking for you. Thenhe spotted you looking uncomfortable with some guy talking to you. You caught Frank’seye and felt relief wash over you as he came your way.

“Frank! There you are!” You said jumping up and wrappingyour arms around him. To your surprise he hugged you back just as tightly. Overyour shoulder Frank glared at the guy who had been talking to you and he tookthe hint to get lost.

“Thanks for that, he was really bothering me,” you said whenhe pulled back and saw the guy was gone.

“Its no biggie,” he replied smiling. “I got your design bythe way, it’s amazing, thank you.”

“No problem. I still gotta show you my whole sketchbooksometime when we aren’t so busy.”

“I’m not busy now,” Frank replied.

You smiled and nodded. “Yea, come on then,” you said headingtoward the buses. As you moved through the dark you felt Frank’s hand graspyours and you smiled, butterflies soaring through your stomach.

When you made it back to the bus, no one else was around. Youwent back to your bunk and pulled out the notepad. You switched on the lightand sat down on the sofa next to Frank.

“Ok, so this is my favorite so far,” you said flipping to apage with Fall Out Boy logos. “I did a few for My Chem too,” you said turningthe page.

Frank examined everything on each page carefully, notletting you rush past, even if you argued that the ones he was looking atweren’t good.

“Pete should give you a job at his label, these are awesome, you reallyhave a lot of talent,” he said looking up at you in awe.

You shrugged. “I’m afraid my style isn’t edgy enough for alot of bands.”

“Nah, it’s cool, and I think you could be edgier if youtried. Its there under the surface, I can tell.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“I’m serious, you’re awesome,” he said looking in your eyes.It was now or never. “Umm, (YN) do you wanna go out with me sometime?”

You were shocked and then thrilled. “Yea, yes, that would becool,” you grinned.

Frank grinned back and suddenly you were both leaning in,lips inches from each other.

“Oh (YN) you’re here- oh shit sorry,” Patrick rambled realizingwhat he interrupted when you and Frank both sat bolt upright.

“What’s up Patrick?” you sighed, looking over at yourembarrassed cousin.

“They’re starting the fireworks soon, I know you alwaysliked them,” he replied, looking at his shoes.

“Thanks,” you replied sincerely. Patrick waved as he walkedout. “Umm, do you wanna look at the fireworks?”

“Sure,” Frank replied with a smile. Anything to spend a little more time with you.

You found a spot back from the rest of the people gatheredaround watching the amateur pyrotechnics. You and Frank sat down on thescratchy grass and Frank wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You looked upat him and he smiled down, and you felt yourself leaning in again. When yourlips finally connected with his, you couldn’t help but smile. You pulled back fromthe kiss, the grin still plastered across your face.

“Holy shit I do love you,” Frank said, his eyes wide. Youlaughed and the smile on your face grew even larger. He grabbed your face andpulled you back into another kiss, the momentum of which caused him to tumblehim back into the grass with you laid out on top of him. Needless to say, neitherof you saw much of the fireworks that night.

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[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

on the 6th day of 🎄, canyousevmyheavydirtysoul gave to you...

Gifts with My Chemical Romance.

Note: Apologies for the late update. I have a cold and I went out and got sunstroke yesterday so, yay me. Anyways, enjoy. x

Also, I called yesterday’s preference number 6 instead of number 5 and none of you told me. smh.

Gerard:

You’ve always loved wrapping Christmas presents. Just the thought of buying someone a gift and wrapping it up, making it look all pretty and festive… it was your absolute favourite. When you were old enough to be let in on the whole Santa secret, your mom would let you help her wrap the gifts, and you immediately took a liking to it – a liking that would carry over into your adult years. By the age of thirteen, you were somewhat of a master gift wrapper, and every year since then, come Christmas time, you would go out and find the best wrapping paper, the best bows and strings, and the best name tags to place on the gifts. It wasn’t an obsession, per se, it was more of a talent, and you enjoyed doing it tremendously. Needless to say, gift-wrapping was your specialty. Gerard, on the other hand, was terrible at it.

“You’re making a mess.”

“Shut up and pass me the tape.”

“There’s more tape on that present than wrapping paper,” you sassed, looking at the hideously wrapped present in disgust as you half-heartedly handed over the tape.

“I think it looks beautiful,” Gerard retorted, pulling up his nose at you as he grabbed the tape from your hand.

Making your eyes wide and then rolling them to the side, you decided to try and ignore your boyfriend and his pitiful attempts at gift-wrapping and focus on your pile instead.

“Almost done,” Gerard announced, squinting and poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth the way he always did while concentrating as he pressed the last piece of tape on the paper, “There! Ta-da!” he held the present up in the air.

“Wow,” you whispered.

“I know, right?” Gerard marvelled, “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“I meant ‘wow’ as in ‘wow, I never knew someone could be that bad at gift-wrapping,” you explained, shaking your head and moving next to him, using your shoulder to shove him away, “Move. Let me do this.”

“Nah uh,” he countered, shoving back, “This is my pile. Go back to your own.”

“You’re kidding, right? We can’t give these to people!” you gestured to the atrociously wrapped presents, “No one will want to open a present wrapped this badly.”

“Well, excuuuuse me,” he scoffed, “I’m sorry we can’t all be perfect gift-wrappers like you!”

“You don’t need to be perfect – just okay, at least. But you,” you waved a stray piece of paper in his face, “are awful. Let me help you.”

“No, I wanna do these on my own.”

You took a deep breath. “Gerard, I love you with all my mind, body, and soul…”

“I love you too.”

“But if you don’t move your ass in the next three seconds, so help me God, I will stab you with these scissors.”

“You wouldn’t,” he scoffed, moving to continue his work.

You grabbed his hand to stop him. “One…”

“(Y/N), I know you’re not serious.”

“Two,” you increased the volume of your voice slightly, and raised the scissor you had in your hand.

“Alright, alright,” he recoiled, holding up his hands in surrender as he scampered back, “Jeez, and they thought my sweater obsession was bad.”

Mikey:

Sluggishly and cautiously, so as not to rouse you from your sleep, Mikey lifted the covers off of his body, and stealthily slipped out of bed.

Tiptoeing out of your shared bedroom and down the stairs, he tried his hardest not to make a sound, and grimaced when the wooden steps creaked under his weight.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding, and fuelled by a bout of triumph over not waking you, he strutted over to the illuminated Christmas tree.

He spotted all of the different colourfully-wrapped presents, and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Excitedly, he sat down next to the tree with his legs crossed and began carefully sorting through the variety of gifts, looking for the one (or ones) with his name on them.

It was still a good couple of days before Christmas, but you had hinted at getting him a great present, and he couldn’t handle the suspense of not knowing what it was. Sure, you would be mad at him when you wake up in the morning and see what he had done, but it was worth it, and he would deal with that problem tomorrow. Right now, it was all about the box he currently had in his hands. The one with glossy black wrapping and labelled ‘MIKEY’ on top in silver marker.

The gift looked good even on the outside and for a moment, he felt bad for what he was about to do. But that guilt didn’t last long and soon, he was ripping the paper from the box.

Once all the wrapping had been cleared, he took a deep breath and smiled widely as he lifted the lid of the box. He was immediately met with a projection of green slime.

“HA!” you yelled, flipping the light switch and flooding the room with a bright, white light as you stomped over to Mikey. “Gotcha!”

“(Y/N),” Mikey spluttered, groaning as he tried to remove the goo from his mouth and the rest of his face, “You booby trapped the presents?”

“Yes, I booby-trapped the presents because YOU DO THIS EVERY YEAR.”

“I can’t help it, alright?” he defended, still sitting on the floor, covered in slime. “I just have this urge… I need to know.”

“I was gonna let you open your presents on Christmas Eve, but because of your urge to ‘need to know’, you’re gonna have to wait until Christmas day.”

“NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!”

“You did this to yourself,” you sighed, turning around to make your way back to bed, “Oh, and you’re not sleeping with me tonight. I don’t want slime in my bed.”

Ray:

“Just do it, dude,” Frank encouraged, shrugging as he sipped his beer, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“’What’s the worst that could happen?’” Ray scoffed, “The worst that could happen is that she throws a brick at my face. Or runs me over. Or refuses to let me in so that I can just suffer out in the cold. Do you not remember how bad our breakup was?”

Frank pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “Where would she get a brick? What kind of person just has bricks lying around?”

“Bro, not the problem here,” Ray shook his head, waving his arms once in front of his friend’s face to try and get him to concentrate, “There’s no scenario where this works out well.”

Frank heaved a long and heavy sigh before setting his beer bottle down and leaning in to his friend. “Ray, listen to me. Is this plan risky? Yes. Is it stupid? Fuck yeah,” Ray wheezed, “But if it works out, will the reward be worth it? Absolutely without a fucking doubt, yes. Look,” Frank held out his hands, “Yeah, your breakup was pretty rough, but you both still love each other. And if you ask me, if you’re looking for a push to do this, that fact alone should be enough to go on.”

“When the fuck did you get so wise? That’s my job.”

Frank let out a chuckle as he shrugged. “So, are you gonna do it?”

Ray chewed on the inside of his cheek and stayed silent for a bit. After a minute of deliberating, he reached a decision. “Yeah. Yeah, I have to. But… just make sure there’s an ambulance on stand-by. In case there’s some flying bricks or whatever.”

~

The ringing of your doorbell yanked you away from the comfort of the mountain of blankets you were snuggled under, and you cursed as you fought your way out and to the front door.

“This better be good,” you mumbled.

You were not prepared for who was on the other side, and when you opened the door, the sight of him froze you in your place.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Ray said shyly, smiling softly at you, “I just wanted to come by and, well, wish you a merry Christmas, for one,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “But, uh, I also wanted to give you something. I bought it a long time ago – when we were still together – and it was supposed to be your Christmas gift for this year but… yeah,” he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. You felt your chest tighten. “I know that things didn’t end well between us, but I still want to give this to you. I’m not trying to guilt-trip you or anything, but I bought it for you, and I want you to have it. Keep it, sell it, throw it away… whatever. It’s yours,” he said, holding out the box to you.

Swallowing – even though there was a lack of saliva in your mouth – you took the box from him, and gently opened it. The sight took your breath away, and you could feel the tears pricking at your eyes.

“Ask me,” you whispered, still looking at the ring.

“What?” he asked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly.

“Ask me,” you repeated breathily, handing the ring back to you.

Still a bit uncertain, Ray sunk down onto one knee and after clearing his throat, he smiled at you. “Will you marry me?”

Frank:

“Stay, you piece of shit!” Frank growled angrily, as the tiny box he placed on one of the Christmas tree branches started to fall.

With a disgruntled sigh, he watched the box fall to the ground for the fifth time in ten minutes, and he angrily bent down to pick it up.

“You’re a fucking failure, you know that?” he whispered to the box as he picked it up. “She better say yes after all this trouble you’re giving me.”

After another ten minutes of cursing and struggling to get the box to stay put, Frank finally managed to secure it enough so that it didn’t fall.

“Okay,” he said softly, slowing taking steps backwards, “Alright,” he turned off the living room light, “Be a good sport and stay put for me, will ya?” he called out before scoffing, “I’m talking to a fucking box.”

~

The next morning (Christmas morning) you were awoken by the sound of Frank yelling your name.

“(Y/N), princess, wake up! It’s time to open gifts!”

“Coming!” you called back, voice a bit hoarse from sleep.

Grinning from ear to ear, you hopped out of bed and practically leaped down the stairs, not even bothering to put on a gown or slippers.

~

While waiting for you to come down, Frank turned to inspect the tree, looking for the black box. When it wasn’t where he left it last night, and he couldn’t find it anywhere else on the tree, on the ground, or anywhere in the surrounding area, he squeaked in panic. He had called you down to open gifts and other than some chocolate, the engagement ring was the only thing he had gotten you, and now he couldn’t find it.

Running his hands through his hair once he heard you making your way down, he grabbed a bow from the nearest gift and sat crossed-legged on the floor.

~

When you made your way to the living room, you let out a short giggle once you spotted your boyfriend. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a huge smile on his face and a red bow on his head.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, throwing up his hands, “I’m your gift!”

“I hope you kept the receipt,” you mused, taking a seat across from him.

“So mean,” he pouted, and you sniggered, “Are you not even gonna unwrap me?” he smirked suggestively.

Reaching forward, you pulled the bow from his head. “There. Can we get to the real gifts now?”

“I am a gift in your life,” he remarked, reaching out to grab some presents from under the tree.

“Sure, baby,” you cooed, pecking his lips quickly.

You opened your present from Frank first. It was a whole variety of your favourite chocolates, and you dug in immediately.

Frank’s turn was next, and he opened the gift bag from his mom. When he reached in, the first thing he pulled out was a tiny black box, earning confused glances from the both of you before the realisation hit Frank.

“Ooooh,” he murmured, “so that’s where it went.”

“Is that an engagement ring?” you asked, and he nodded. “Why would your mom-OH,” you stopped speaking when Frank pushed the gifts out of the way and repositioned himself on one knee in front of you. “Oh my gosh,” you gushed, raising a hand to your mouth as you could feel the moisture build up behind your eyes.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he started, the biggest smile on his face, “I am in love with you. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re the one for me. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew. I turned to Mikey and I said, “See that girl? I’m gonna marry her”, and you know what he said?” You shook your head. “The fucker laughed at me. Needless to say, he’s not gonna be a groomsman,” he chuckled but then caught himself and his face turned serious, “That’s assuming you agree to marry me. Shit, I haven’t even asked you yet. Wow, I’m fucking terrible at this,” he scoffed nervously, but you reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, and he regained his confidence, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” you beamed, practically jumping into his arms. “I love you so much!”

“I love you more,” he smiled, holding you tighter, “Merry Christmas, princess.”

PS. I’m sure it’s pretty obvious, but I’m a sucker for Christmas marriage proposals.

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[fanfiction-for-me]

James’ Girlfriend

The motherfucking paparazzi left after five days. Five days. Five days without being able to see James or talk to him because I couldn't speak or sing for the next two weeks. Do you know how boring it is to be sitting on your supermansion without being able to chat or see your potential boyfriend? Well, maybe I'm exaggerating, our humble house did had some things that kept us pretty entertained, but still- I'm in love and I can only think about James! We texted, but it wasn't the same; I needed to listen to his voice (and hearing his albums only made me more nostalgic).

That Friday was a really peaceful day though. Lila went with Davie to get his stitches off and Sass and I stayed home video chatting with My Chemical Romance and 30 Seconds to Mars, but of course, Sass was doing all the speaking.

"Hello?" Sass tried when the MCR guys appeared on the screen.

"Hey, what's up Sass? Hi there Michelle" they greeted, and I saluted them weakly.

"What is wrong with your friend?" Frank asked Sass.

"She rasped one of her vocal strings screaming"

"Ooh, that hurts. Happened to me once. Drink some hot lavender tea; it will help you heal faster. It hurts like a bitch at the beginning but after a few mugs you will feel better, I promise" Gerard advised me. I gave him the thumbs up and immediately went down to the kitchen to make some tea. Sass stayed in her room talking with the guys.

I took my phone out of my pocket only to see I had a new message. It was James.

"Hey love, how r u feelin? I rly dont want to do this, but I have bad news for u :/."

I sighed and typed. What could it be? "Feelin the same :S what is it?"

My phone buzzed. "Production just told us we'll be shootin the first half of season 3 this week. That means I will probably wont see u until the next week "

"Damn, that's a lot of work :S I'll be fine Jamesy; just bored, but we will see each other someday, right?"

"Yeah, I'll make it up to you ;)"

That sounds interesting. "Make it up to me? How? ;)"

"I can't tell you now because I still don't know, but you'll see ;) g2g now, love you Chelley"

"Bye, luv u too "

I sighed heavily. One more week? God, give me strength. At least James was going to probably take me on my first date with him after it is over.

I heard Sass calling me from upstairs then. "Chellita! 30 Seconds to Mars want to speak with you!"

I ran up the stair as fast as I could run with a cup of hot tea on my hand. Sure, I wasn't going to be able to talk, but I could at least see them. I got to Sass' room and Jared, Shannon and Tomo were already on the camera. I smiled at them and waved hi. Seeing them always cheers me up.

"I heard the baby screwed her throat" Jared started.

"Yeah, and in a very stupid way -.-" I typed on the type box. "Gerard prescribed me some tea."

"That works" Jared agreed.

"So, how are you guys?"

"We're perfectly fine, thank you. About to start touring the UK in a week" Tomo said.

"How about you?" Shannon interrupted, "How's your boyfriend?" he questioned. Of course he had to ask.

I rolled my eyes. "He is not my boyfriend :P"

"Oh really, because we saw you dance with him that night and it was a pretty good show you put on" Shannon smirked.

"You saw? :$"

"Yeah, and no friends do that!" Tomo cackled.

":$ :$ :$ :$ :$"

Jared looked at me apologetically. "Guys... Let's not bother her because then she won't want to tell us how pretty boy asked her out" and he winked.

I smiled at him for that. Afterwards they finally let go the topic of James and we conversed about other things until Lila and Davie came back from the hospital a couple of hours after.

That weekend went kind of slow. We had nothing to do and we were still stuck in our house even if the paparazzi had already left. Everyone on the house was doing their thing. We sometimes talked with Davie's cousin Natalie, but I still think she is weird. Lila has told me she definitely doesn't like her that much; she thinks that Natalie wants to steal Kendall from her or something like that, I don't know. All I know is I can't wait to hear how James is going to make it up to me.

Next week started with another boring Monday. I got ahead on some new sketches for my stage outfits and went to bed super early. Tuesday was okay, Davie and I baked an apple cheesecake from scratch and it turned out pretty good, we even made up a song as we cooked. I didn't sleep that night because I had already slept a lot the night before, so I never really woke up Wednesday, which was the laziest day of my life probably. I spent the whole day in my pajamas, eating cheesecake and drinking tea on the bed while watching the whole two seasons of Big Time Rush, plus Big Time Movie. I think I fell asleep around 6 am, only to be awakened by a text at 7 pm (and yes, I did overslept).

It was James. He had been too busy the past five days, so much that one day he didn't text me at all. I never texted him first that week (even though I was dying to do so), only because I didn't knew if I would be disturbing his work, and I really didn't wanted to seem like the needy type before we even dated.

I tiredly opened my phone and read. "How's it going Chelley? IMU loads! But guess what? I'm taking u out tomorrow to make up for torturing u haha... It's a very special date though; I'll give you a clue: I'll be wearing a tux. I trust u know what to do ;) Xoxo, JM"

Oh my heavens! James is going to take me on a fancy dinner with him tomorrow and I am so fucked because I slept way too much! I'll probably won't sleep today either and look horrible tomorrow! But wait, he invited me to a fancy dinner... That is so romantic! Oh no, I'm not good with romantic. I don't know what to do; I'm excited and terrified at the same time! This is my first formal date ever and I really love this guy with all of my heart, so I don't want to screw it up being sleepy or not romantic enough. I definitely need some help, or advice.

Just as I was sitting with my legs crossed on the middle of my bed, thoughts lost in panic, the door of my room opened.

"Knock knock Sleeping Beauty... You up?"

"Mhm... Davie? Come here please" I tried to speak up, but I barely whispered loudly. The sudden nerves plus the grogginess were affecting my voice, which was recovering thanks to the  tea that Gerard advised me to drink. I could talk already, but I wasn't that improved to sing like I normally do when I'm healthy.

"I know it's like, nighttime, but...! I brought you some brekkie!" Davie sing-songed as he moved near the bed "... Are you okay?" he asked quietly as he placed the tray on my lap, probably because he saw my worried face.

I nodded. "Tell me that you love me, please"

"What? What is wrong with you? Are you catching some fever or something?"

I slapped Davie's inspecting hands off my face; I wasn't sick, just pissed at myself that I'm frozen nervous about a date with James. I've known him for almost seven months now; I shouldn't be reacting like this! "Just tell me!" I insisted, my voice breaking.

"Okay, but don't hurt yourself, God... and you probably already know this, but: I love you. There" Davie spoke dryly.

"Davie... Say it like you mean it"

His eyes were questioning, but he looked at me with a serious expression and murmured sweetly "I love you".

I blinked for two seconds and then I looked into his eyes "I love you too". After that I put my tray aside and cuddled on Davie.

"Oookaaay... That was weird-" I shushed him. Davie just patted my hair and wrapped his long arms around me.

I was trying to see how I would react just in case James told me that sort of thing tomorrow. Sure, Davie was a friend and I have no romantic feelings towards him, but I tried to visualize James. For some reason, being able to answer Davie made me calm, even though I knew it wasn't going to be the same if James did it.

I pushed Davie aside to eat my food- I was starving. He left with the plates after I finished my meal and thankfully he didn't question the reason why I had asked him to do that. He must've thought I was still half asleep or something. With that, I went back to bed because, surprisingly, I felt drained (of sleeping too much?) and in two hours or so, I fell asleep again.

My cell phone buzzed and lit up my dark room. I picked it up to see what time was it and almost gasped out loud. 1:00 pm? How come I'm sleeping so much? Am I turning into a bat? Well, I have no time to deal with that right now; I had to get ready for my date with James, which was in four hours or so.

I saw none of my bandmates on my way out of the house, so I guess they had all left with Sass to get her cast off. I grabbed my car keys and drove to the beauty salon. I got my legs waxed; my hair washed and blow dried, my face exfoliated, plus a manicure and a pedicure. After the salon I took off to my favorite dress boutique to find a perfect outfit for my date. An hour and a half of trying on over twenty dresses later, I found the perfect one. It was a sexy red with black lace, fitted on the top and loose from my hips down. The best part was I already had matching shoes home. Now I just had to get there because I had only less than an hour left to get ready. Note to self: get several assistants ASAP.

When I got home, I assumed the guys had arrived because Davie's car was parked on the garage, but I didn't saw them on the way up to my room; I don't care really, I am in a rush to get ready.

Thirty minutes later, I was ready just in time. I stared at myself on my huge closet mirror. I looked totally gorgeous! I really hope James likes it and doesn't think I exaggerated because I was feeling like I overdid myself a little. It was worth it though, because I sure looked striking.

A minute later, the doorbell rang and Lila screamed up to me (she must've opened). My stomach filled up with butterflies and I took a deep breath to calm myself up; with that, I went down the royal staircase only to see James standing there. He was wearing a tux just as he said he would, looking dashing and sexy with it, and was carrying a small bouquet of bright red roses on his hands.

James took a long breath as he assessed me with sparkling eyes "You are so- wow- stunning..."

"You too Jamesy" I smiled shyly at him and went over to hug him. He then kissed my cheek and gave me the bouquet, smiling brightly. God... He was too perfect, ugh!

My moment got interrupted by a slight cough. "Long time no see" Lila said, looking a little taken aback at James and I. I had forgotten I hadn't told anyone, and I didn't notice Lila standing there the whole time.

"Oh, yeah, hi... Sup?"

"What's up with me? What's up with you! You know what? Explain later because if Davie sees you guys likes this he'll probably freak out and we don't want anyone throwing punches again, right?" Lila chuckled as she looked at James. He put his hands up defensively.

"Okay, okay, bye Delilah" said James, and then he offered me his arm "Shall we go, my dear?"

"Of course" I answered as I put my arm over his. We walked to his car and James started the engine. He had been driving for five minutes when I started to really grasp what was happening "So..." I started "where are you taking me?"

"It's a secret, because I'm kidnapping you. No one will ever see you again... only me" James threatened with a playful naughty smile.

"That doesn't sound that bad actually; but seriously, where are we going?" I was curious. We were driving to the direction of the beach, and with the shoes I was wearing I don't think I'd be able to walk over sand.

"You'll see. Just relax... and listen to Big Time Rush" he turned on his car stereo and Boyfriend started playing. How convenient. "Common, join me" James said.

"I can't, as much as I want to, my throat is fucked, remember?" what a bummer.

"Damn, you're right. Guess I'll have to serenade you then" James started singing, his loud smooth voice filling the small space of the car. I was getting pretty comfortable, lulling myself with the sound of James' voice (was I seriously getting sleepy again?), when I heard the engine cut off. We had arrived to wherever James was going to keep me hostage.

I got out of the car and when I saw what was in front of me my mouth almost fell slack. Day had suddenly turned into afternoon, and in front of me I had a flaming pink and orange sunset, with tints of purple and deep blue higher up in the sky. James -still silent- took my hand and led me into a pier-looking structure, built probably a few meters into the sea. It was decorated with lots of white candles on the floor, and right at the center there was a table for two.

I sat down on the very fancy chair, facing James, but I could only see the beauty of the scene around us. "Whoa" I finally gasped.

"I know right? It's pretty breathtaking. But I'd rather look at you". I turned my head to look at James, snapping back into reality.

"Oh really? Why?" like I didn't knew...

"You know why; you look amazing"

"Thanks, you look really good as well" I smiled and sipped a little out of the wine that was served. How did James set this all up? I bet the other guys helped him or something because it looked a detailed, especially the candles; there were probably more than 200 candles.

"Lila looked surprised to see me when she opened the door" James spoke up.

"Oh, that. I kind of hadn't seen her or the rest of the guys in two days"

James' eyes widened a little "What? That's what happens when your house is that big!" he laughed.

"Other than the fact that I stayed in my room those two days" I explained.

"Why?"

"I don't know; Wednesday I watched BTR all day long, fell asleep and then woke up at seven PM next day!"

James snickered "Were you trying to be Sleeping Beauty?" I shrugged. "What about the food though? Did you just stay there in a hibernation state?"

"No, I had some tea and cheesecake the day before, and then the next day Davie cooked me some breakfast" I made air quotes around the last word and sipped from my cup again. I'm no wine drinker, but this one was pretty good.

James looked at me pensively "Davie cooks?"

"Really good" It was true. I don't know how but that boy was better than us three girls combined in the kitchen!

"Interesting" James responded, and drank half of his wine in two chugs. A random guy appeared out of nowhere then, with two trays of food. That's when I realized I was hungry; I hadn't eaten something since Davie came in my room yesterday night.

"Fancy much?" I asked James with a smirk. He smirked back.

"I told you it was going to be formal"

I ate a mouthful of the Alfredo sauced fettuccines before speaking again "James, do you dislike Davie?"

He stared at me through narrowed eyes, and for a moment I regretted bringing up the topic; I don't know why did I even asked him that. After a long pause he answered "Of course not Chelle; why would you ask that?"

"Because you kind of punched him."

"Well, he messed with my hair; you know that my hair is a sensitive spot for me!" I rolled my eyes and laughed. It was ridiculous because hair doesn't even have nervous terminations... "Also, I think I'm jealous of him"

Okay, what? "Jealous? How come? You do know he is the one that's jealous."

"Yeah, but if you think about it well, he spends most of his time with you. And the other girls, of course."

"You're right... But we will work it out somehow."

"We will" James brought his cup up and clanked it with mine. We ate and chat between bites, letting off the awkward topics such as Davie forgotten, cherishing the beautiful moment we had for us both alone, at the beach, having a great meal under the night sky.

James and I went to stand by the corner of the small pier after we finished eating, his head over my shoulder and arms around my waist. He quietly hummed Boyfriend, rocking softly as he shifted to the rhythm of his hums.

"We might as well dance" I suggested with a light smile, still looking at the numerous bright stars.

"You wouldn't think I forgot the music..." James moved over to another corner and held up a CD case. "Exclusive BTR acoustic performances" he winked. "And the first one" James closed the lid of the small stereo with a click, "is our song".

Boyfriend started playing for the second time that evening, only this time, it was acoustic.

"That's a really good version of that-"

"Shhh.." James pressed his finger softly against my lips. "Come here"

He pulled my arm and held me close to him. His hands were cold and I could practically feel his heartbeat. Must be nervous; the poor thing, but that made me feel better in some way; knowing that I wasn't the only one.

This time we danced without speaking a word (or kissing). James and I looked at each other boldly, saying more words with our eyes than we could say with our voices. I love him, I realized. Love him a lot. There was another part that was going so this is what it feels like..., but most of my brain and body was just overwhelmed with happiness, because even though he hadn't said anything, I knew he loved me too; it was written all over his eyes.

We were so caught up in our "dancing", that we didn't realize the CD had started repeating, and it had reached the third song.

I think we noticed at the same time.

"Are you gonna-" "Just let me go and-" we stared at each other and laughed as we tried to talk at the same time. "I'll go get that"

James took his hands off my hips and moved towards the direction of the CD player, only that he was still standing in front of me. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

He looked up at me with an anxious expression "I think I'm stuck".

I looked down and saw the front of his pants was stuck in the lace of my dress, in a pretty awkward way, if I'm allowed to say so. "Okay James, don't move, I'll get us untangled". I started to fumble with my dress and his jammed zipper, but it wouldn't give in, in fact, I was just making James more uncomfortable. He was starting to squirm and that made it even more difficult and even worse when his phone buzzed once. He tried to move to get to it, but lost his balance by pulling me in a little too rough.

"Shit!" James cussed as he hit the ground with the back of his head, me falling on top of him instantly, cus we were still glued together.

"Oh lord, are you okay? That sounded like it hurt!"

"Don't worry I'm... fine" He looked up at me, just inches away from his face. There was no space between us, my own chest rose and lowered to the rhythm of his breaths.

"... James-" I was at a loss for words. He was so gorgeous on the candle light; on any light.

James kept staring at me mesmerized, his facial features gentle and passionate; with just a whisper, he melted my heart. "Be my girlfriend Michelle... Please."

Sweet baby Jesus, is this happening? Oh god, where's my voice so I can tell him yes? Heck, I wasn't going to be able to speak, so I might as well demonstrate him that I want to be his girl. I grabbed James by the sides of his face and kissed him hard. Yes, yes, yes, yes, of course I'll be your girlfriend!

When I pulled off to see his reaction, James lay with his hair blown back from his face, expression shocked with his mouth hanging open in awe, looking like he was about to drool. I giggled at his face; his cheeks were even redder than before, he looked so adorable.

"Is that a yes?" James muttered, just an inch from my mouth. I nodded enthusiastically; he grinned brightly and without any warning, crashed my lips against his again.

So, there I was: lying on top of James on the floor making out with him. Wearing a new dress, which was stuck on his pant's zipper, and probably ruined? Yeah, I pretty much didn't care. Breathing was getting harder by the second too, but I wanted to kiss him forever. He held me tight, brushing my back with his hands now and so, and I knotted my fingers gently round his soft hair. It was heaven. I was making out romantically with the sweetest most handsome man ever, and he was mine.

I don't know how much time did we lay there, just kissing, but the sound of footsteps made us stop. I looked up to see it was the waiter that has brought us the food, removing the empty plates and wine cups. "I-I-I'm sorry; I'm just cleaning up" the guy muttered nervously, as James and I both stared from the floor. "Excuse me, Mr. Maslow" he uttered quietly and started to go.

"No, wait! Would you mind helping us? My zipper is stuck in her dress and we can't move apart without ruining it"

"S-sure sir" the guy moved quickly but awkwardly between us. Poor him. Poor James and I. It was embarrassing not knowing how to explain to ourselves how the hell did his zipper got stuck in my dress, but in a way, I thank that zipper.

At the end of the night, we saved my dress and James' zipper, and soon it was time to get home. I had been too stuck in spending a nice time with my new boyfriend, that I couldn't believe it when James' clock read midnight.

"Jamie, take me home please?"

"Aw, don't tell me you've still got curfews... another drink?" James offered, already pouring more champagne into my glass.

"No, thanks, I think I've had enough of those tonight. If I didn't know better I'd think you want to get me drunk" I laughed. "Just take me home, please, before Davie acknowledges my un-presence. The girls can't keep him distracted that long"

I could tell that bothered him "Fine... Whatever you want, love" James said gallantly. I loved it when he called me sweet things.

The ride home was short because there was no traffic, so we got home in no time. I opened the door and the lights were on, but there was no one in sight.

"Want to come in for a while?" I asked James with a smirk. He just looked at me with pursed lips and in a rush he picked me up and carried me. I giggled in surprise, but then panicked when he started to run up the stairs.

"James! Stop! We're gonna fall again!" I warned between laughs. He soon stopped and landed me carefully on my heels, taking my hands on his and kissing me again, only this time we weren't thrown on the floor, but standing at the top of the royal staircase. I was pressed tight against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. For some reason, I knew kissing James would be a problem, because once we started, it was hard to stop; it just got better by the minute.

"Stop!"

Ah, Davie! We stopped but James still had his arm wrapped around my shoulder. Lila and Sass were standing behind Davie, who was practically blowing sparks from his hair. Damn.

"Davie... chill and-"

"Yeah, I'm her boyfriend now!" James said cockily.

"James!" Lila, Sass and I yelled at him in dread.

Almost simultaneously, Davie did a double take. "What?"

I stared at James with crossed arms. He shrugged and offered a lame "oops?"

"Run." I told him, Davie was already going up the stairs two at a time and I didn't want a beaten-up boyfriend. Sass and Lila ran behind him, probably to stop him; he tends to exaggerate a lot.

James and I got to the second floor; we were running across the hall, searching for a place to hide. I looked ahead and found it: my room. I was the only one that had the access to that place.

"Here!" I pulled James inside and locked the door. Phew, finally safe.

"Damn, he sure looked pissed" James breathed. We were standing against the door, as if we could hold it up in case Davie tried to break through it.

"Yeah... You shouldn't have said you are my boyfriend."

"Then when were you planning on telling him?"

"I don't know; when it got more obvious?" I shrugged

James rolled his eyes. "It couldn't have been more obvious, don't you think?"

I pursed my lips. "You're right. We screwed it." James laughed softly, moving to face me. He placed both his hands against the door, keeping me trapped between his arms.

"I believe we were not done yet..." James whispered in my ear. He started pecking my jaw lightly, traveling to my cheeks and finally to my lips. I stood paralyzed, surprised at how different this kiss was from the others. It was deeper; I could taste the champagne we had drank on his mouth. I leaned back on the door, and James moved closer to me, his hands still trapping me. They were so amazing, his lips. I know nothing about kisses because James is the only guy I've ever kissed (believe it or not), but he sure was really good at it, it made you want to keep going forever, and believe me, I would've stayed there if the door hadn't opened.

"Ouch!" Together, we fell to the floor again, only this time James fell on top of me, and damn, he is pretty heavy! Also, I think I was bleeding.

I have no idea how the door opened, but there was a furious Davie and a very amused Lila staring down at us. "Get. Off. Her. NOW." Davie growled.

James carefully lifted himself, taking me up with him. He turned to apologize but gasped when he saw my face. "Oh my goodness, I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Huh...?" I had no idea. The kiss left me a little dumb.

"Mate" Lila snickered, "your lip is bleeding!".

"BLEEDING?" God, I hate blood!

James looked at me with concerned eyes, regret all over his face. "I'm so sorry baby, I shouldn't have-"

"I know! I know James! Don't worry, I think I'll be fine" I tried to calm him down by acting relaxed, but truth is I feared I might puke anytime soon.

"You!" Davie pointed at me. I rolled my eyes. "Come with me if you don't want me to kill your boyfriend" he sneered. I sighed and moved over to Davie, but to my surprise, the lace of my dress was ripped off because part of it was stuck on James' zipper. Again.

Lila started laughing like crazy when she saw that and Davie's face grew redder. James was blushing just like me, trying to un-stuck the dress. Thankfully, it was easier to unlatch this time. I hurried and grabbed Davie from his shirt so that he couldn't kill James.

"Guess I have to go now" James spoke.

"Yes!" Davie yelled, but we ignored that.

"Tonight was amazing. See you some other time?" I tried to smile without getting blood in mouth.

James took my hand and kissed it "Yes. Goodbye love". He said goodbye to Lila and Davie (tried to, at least) and then left, still looking guilty for my split lip.

After I cleaned up my wound, I couldn't really care less about it, or even about my ripped up dress. James was my boyfriend. Mine! Just in my wild fangirl dreams I dreamt about it and now it was my reality. I must be the luckiest girl on the planet, I thought. I was member of the rock band of the moment, doing what I love to do the most which is singing, with Davie, Sass and Lila, whom I love. I met my idols and my celebrity crush, who turned out to have a crush on me too, and now he is my precious boyfriend.

I spent over one hour talking with Sass and Lila that night, telling them how imperfectly romantic James had asked me out. Finally I slumped over my bed and prepared myself to sleep, when my phone buzzed.

"I forgot to tell you something: I love you. I'm so glad you're my girlfriend, beautiful; JM"

I smiled to myself and texted him back. "I'm really glad too. I love you, my boyfriend; Chelle"

#my stories #name: Boyfriend #c3: James’ Girlfriend

[cyberstabbing]

not frerard

Gen

well. shit. - an asshole!mcr ficlet disguised as a desolation row au….. it’s just an excuse to write the boys as jerks. 0.7k

The Year of Living Safely - Post-sobriety MCR. This is as much about me and my own brother as it is about the Way boys, and Christ was it hard to write; it brought a lot of painful things to the surface. 12k

painful but worth a read. or ten.

also, there’s some background one-sided frerard, but very low-key. and i repeat: one-sided.

​​Now With More Cowbell - Hermes - trickster god first and foremost, the patron saint of robbers and thieves, of conmen and rockstars. He’ll go to bat for you if you make him laugh or if he likes your style, or if you have an offering that tickles his fancy (he’s fond of stuffed animals, cigarettes, and ugly puppies, just as an FYI).

One of his godly duties is to guide souls to the underworld, lead them into their personal version of the afterlife, though maybe some people he doesn’t like get lost along the way. He’s not too great with messages, either, to be honest. 0.5k

Not a Pretty Girl - 28k

Gen. Always-been-a-girl fic featuring kick ass female drummer, Bob Bryar. The story is a series of shorter fics all about her life before MCR, growing up as a woman in the Chicago scene, touring with The Used, joining MCR and everything that comes with that. It's awesome. + art!

The Year of Living Safely - Post-sobriety MCR. This is as much about me and my own brother as it is about the Way boys, and Christ was it hard to write; it brought a lot of painful things to the surface. 12k

Incredibly painful but worth a read. Or ten. Does have one-sided Frank/Gerard (mentioned).

Away With The Boys In The Band - Behind the Music: My Chemical Romance, in the world where Mikey has always been a girl. 69k

Ship(s): Mikey Way/Otter, Mikey Way/Gabe Saporta, Mikey Way/Pete Wentz, Mikey Way/Alicia Simmons

^ I could not put this down. The writing is so so so spectacular, and the dialog is both interesting and realistic. A lot of angst, but still hilarious at parts. Please read. Putting this under both Gen and Other ships because whilst it doesn’t focus on a specific pairing Mikey’s relationships are brought up, just like all the other parts of her life are.

Update because I need to add some things: Listen! Words can not express how obsessed with this fic I am. I made a mixtape for it. Fanart. Currently working on a ebook version of it so I can print it out. Guys. You do not understand how fucking fantastic this fic is. Don’t scroll away from me, I’m serious! Fucking click the link dammit. Click it. C’mon. I’m waiting–click iiiiit. You back yet? Yeah? What did I tell you! I know, it is amazing! You okay? Got tissues? Good. Okay now go wash your face and eat a snack. No, no, no need to thank me, the pleasure was all mine.

Life on the Fashion Scene - This season of Project Runway becomes infamous for reasons beyond the quirks of the designers, Matt P.'s ousting, Pete's apparently crippling co-dependence on Patrick, and the rumored trysts between Mikey and Pete spawned by their formation of the Sweet Little Dudes Club (and the resulting matching t-shirts). 6k

Oh my god. Oh my. God. See, when I first saw the description I just started laughing hysterically. And then I started reading the first paragraph, just to see how ridiculous it would be. But I couldn’t put it down. So I read the entire thing, got way to invested, and now I’m begging strangers on the internet to read it. ...Please do!!!

Rappelling Down Mount Vesuvius - 1k | Gen

I love reading little snippets of their lives like this. Just the right amount of fluff and backstory for something bittersweet and hopeful.

Other ships

Away With The Boys In The Band - Behind the Music: My Chemical Romance, in the world where Mikey has always been a girl. 69k

^ I could not put this down. The writing is so so so spectacular, and the dialog is both interesting and realistic. A lot of angst, but still hilarious at parts. Please read. Putting this under both Gen and Other ships because whilst it doesn’t focus on a specific pairing Mikey’s relationships are brought up, just like all the other parts of her life are.

Ships: Mikey Way/Otter, Mikey Way/Gabe Saporta, Mikey Way/Pete Wentz, Mikey Way/Alicia Simmons

Thank You For The - Just an alien in New Jersey, looking for a mate. 0.5k

"Have fun," Gerard said, even though he'd just told Mikey he couldn't have fun because he needed to be careful. Mikey wished his venom sacs were fully developed. He would spit on Gerard's shoes.

Ship: Gabe Saporta/Mikey Way

Not Smashing Windows - In the beginning, they were the scene. An origin story. 32k

From Gabe’s POV, and it’s done flawlessly. It somehow emulates the same feeling one gets from stumbling across an overlooked short film at three a.m. on youtube. The one you can’t help but wonder about, how it is that you’ve never heard about it before. Like it is in its own bubble of existence. Feeling afraid to even breathe or look away, afraid that it’ll disappear at any time, that it was too good to be true. Something you shouldn’t be able to hold in your hands. This fic feels incredibly personal to read. Gabe’s longings of intimacy, the hopelessness at parts. I could feel my fondness for the characters grow enormously in this fic. 

The wording and conversations and scenes paint a brilliant picture that will stay with you for a long time. I know it will for me at least. 

Ship: Gabe Saporta/Mikey Way

Reaching Through The Mirror - The one where Party Poison and Basement!Gerard have sex. 5k

(part one of Time Travel ‘verse)

Ship: Gerard Way/Gerard Way

James Cameron Got It Wrong - In which 2005!Frank and Fun Ghoul get it on. Then Frank accidentally winds up in 2019. 56k

(part two of Time Travel ‘verse)

Ship: Frank Iero/Frank Iero

Put Your Mouth Over The Stupid Things We're Taught We Ought To Say - Gabe wakes up drunk, holding on to the bed for dear life and hoping he's not about to die. He's had nightmares about that, lately. Waking up confused and disoriented and then a few minutes later, dead. Sometimes there's symbolism and shit. 5k

Ship: Gabe Saporta/Mikey Way

00.06 - '4 and 14 adopt a newborn baby together. What do they name it, how do they raise it, etc, etc. Do they eventually get it siblings? Do they ditch it in a dumpster on prom night because its not as fun as they thought?’

THIS IS QUITE LITERALLY THE WEIRDEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. And yet, I am oddly charmed by it. 2k

oh my god. it was hilarious. Ship: Gerard Way/James Potter

Code Red - In the fall out of a fire fight, Party Poison goes looking for medicine, and finds pretty much the exact opposite of that. 2k

Ship: Korse/Party Poison

Frank/Gabe pr0n - "I need you to go to a party with me tonight."  Frank blinked and looked up at Mikey, frowning. "What?" 2k maybe

Ship: Frank/Gabe

Workplace Appropriate Attire - Korse is a creepy boyfriend. 1k

This was fun to read, but some lines made me go OH SHIT, because ...... well if you read this you will know what I’m talking about.

Ship(s): Korse/Party Poison

love on the webways - As a writer, Grant supposes he could have considerably worse habits than trolling his own message boards. 

A totally ridiculous AU vaguely inspired by You've Got Mail. 32k

This was so fun to read! It’s a what-if-they-broke-up-after-tbp fic btw.

Ship: Grant/Gerard

We Got Machines - There are questions on the lips of everyone with eyes or money on the arena. Who is this kid? Where’d he come from? Who trained him? BLind’s got no records on him, meaning he’s a Zonebrat returning to the grasp of the city of his own volition. Another anomaly. That a 16 year old nobody could waltz in out of nowhere and turn the system on its head is... concerning to BLind. <1k Part 1 of KJ/Griefers 'verse (3.5k in total)

Ship: Deadmau5/G3rard

xoxoxoxo - Party Poison wakes up somewhere he's never been - but there's plenty that's familiar here. 1k

Ship: Party Poison/Korse

​I'll Repair For You (When The Roof Starts To Fall) - When Gerard inherits a house in Scotland from a distant relative, he doesn't expect to have to spend quite so much time at the hardware store. He also doesn't expect to fall in love with the tiny little village or with one of his neighbors...who just happens to be Grant Morrison. 17k

Ship: Grant/Gerard

In Firmer Chains, Our Hearts Confine - Former musical composer and current writer Gerard Way is a sensation of the musical and literary scenes of 1800s London. But after struggling for ages with his new book, he’s close to giving up. Until he receives an offer from Grant Morrison himself; to go to his manor in Scotland and work on his novel in peace. Gerard seizes upon the chance immediately. Grant, however, has a dark secret he’s desperately trying to keep hidden. And Gerard has a few of his own. 37k

Picture me, casually stumbling upon this fic one late night. Historical? Check. An AU but Gerard’s talents are still appreciated and encouraged, and he makes a name for himself? Double check. Grant Morrison? Check. Gerard and Grant’s dark secrets? CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK

Me: *already fucking shaking from excitement, now glancing up at the tags* Enter the tag Alternate Universe - Vampire. Queue foaming at the mouth.

This fic was so fucking awesome in so many ways I don’t even know where to begin. The slow and suspenseful unraveling of secrets and mysteries. The numerous parallels drawn between the AU and real life events of the people in it, and that the author made sure that they all worked within the AU without a hitch. All the actions and ambitions of the people in it that somehow managed to balance masterfully on the fine line between what’s canon and what’s realistic for that time period.

Fuck, lurkers guys. I’m not sure if my word-vomiting even gets anyone to read fic on my list, but for the sake of this fic (and my ego sdkjlskldhfklf) I ask anyone reading this to p l  e a s e read it. For your own sake. And mine. Because I need to yell about this fic with somebody, STAT.

Ships: Gerard/Grant, and very, I repeat, VERY low-key Frank/Mikey

Looking for Satellites - Galaxy-hopping alien trader Gerard has business on space station Perseus Four. Getting to know station administrator Grant is a nice bonus. 25k

Gerard is a sexy, telepathic and open minded (heh) alien and it’s great.

Ship: Gerard/Grant

Candle on the Drawer - No one thinks your hands being funny colors is weird when you go to art school. Probably about 1-3k

“So, okay. Gerard maybe has a drawer full of candles in every color of the rainbow. It’s kind of weird, yeah, but it’s not like anyone ever goes digging in his drawers so it’s not something he really feels the need to hide. How was he supposed to know that Gabe was going to go digging in drawers for whatever reason? How was he supposed to know Gabe was going to be in his room at all? He’s more Mikey’s friend.”

Gerard is into waxplay!

Ship: Gerard/Gabe

the only hope for me - Korse has never been one to show his emotions. 1k

Ship: Korse/Party Poison

your kicks don't hit, so we remain the same - a battery city ambush goes somewhat wrong. 0.8k

Ship: Korse/Party Poison

Methane Skies - Run, run, bunny, run. 3k

Hot damn this is some creepy and suspenseful stuff.

Ship: (implied) Korse/Party Poison

All the Broken Pieces (Keep Cool, Stay Tough) - Up until that fateful night, Frank’s had a pretty decent life. But everything’s changed and now he’s got to figure out how to be himself again. With the help of some really groovy friends, Peppers, and his never-give-up attitude, Frank gonna get there. He’s sure of it. 39k

There’s this spectacular scene involving an escalator and Frank making a grand entrance that immediately pops into my head when I think of this fic.

Description by babylynz: OH MY FUCKING GOD OKAY, THIS IS A FRIKEY FIC BUT IT’S SO FUCKIGN GOODJDDJDHHHGHG

basically Frank gets in an accident that leaves him unable to walk and it’s a really emotional kinda story (but like .. Idk, it’s lighthearted) about him getting used to everyday life again and he meets Mikey online and they bond over really shitty movies and they meet up and AHH!!! Also Ray is like …. a ,,,, what is it …… He helps Frank get used to having sex again after the accident? He’s one of his therapists idk it’s a really good story, read it.

Ship: Frank Iero/Mikey way

And the Painted Ponies - After years of struggling to be taken seriously as a bodyguard, Frank Iero is finally well established. He loves his boss, Ray, he loves his job, and he prides himself on his professionalism. But then he's assigned to be the personal bodyguard of Mikey Way.

Mikey Way, aka Roboboy, is a successful high fashion model. Loved by designers and the public alike for his trademark lack of emotion, but mocked by the tabloid press for the exact same reason. Mikey is someone that Frank's sure he'll hate. Except it doesn't work out that way.

In fact, it doesn't take long before Frank discovers he really likes Mikey. Maybe too much. 34k

Ship: Frank Iero/Mikey way

mutilate, maim and destroy (just a tad) - For clarification, this fic is about Gerard Way the actual person being tortured by Korse in the Killjoys universe. Like. Hnng, you'll see nevermind.

Ship: Gerard/Korse

Your Dirty Smile Shames the Sun - Pancakes, throat fucking, and a good book. It's kind of Mikey's idea of a perfect day. 6k

Ship: Mikey/Frank

london calling - Gerard feels like his life needs to change, so he moves to London. After years of hard work, he gets a book deal with a press that will finally allow him to write exactly the book he's always wanted to write. When he meets his new editor, Grant Morrison, he's surprised at how much they get along. 28k

Ship: Grant/Gerard

A Room Full Of Suicides - His jaw was clenched and his whole body quivering. He looked right at Korse with those huge, transparent eyes. “Do what you want to me. I don’t give a shit, Korse.” He drew in a breath that shook. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s about standing up for what you believe in.” God, the kid was adorable. Korse couldn’t wait to make him scream. 4

Ship: Korse/Party Poison, Fun Ghoul/Party Poison (implied)

For a Different View - AU. Ray Toro is a girl, Rae, but MCR is still just MCR. 49k

The first time they went over to Mikey’s house, Mikey tossed her a beer and said, "My brother might come up. Maybe not, though. He gets weird in the middle of projects.” She found out what he meant halfway through Dawn of the Dead, when a bundle of black fabric barreled from the basement door to the refrigerator and back down to the basement without saying a word to either of them.

I need to finish this!!! But –gah. Such awesome awesomeness.

Ship: Ray/Mikey

From The Corner to The Block - A bike messenger AU. 4k

The comment I left: Oh my god. An AU I never knew I wanted but one I now cannot live without. That was incredibly cute!!

“What are you watching? Is that Degrassi?”

“No,” Frank says quickly, just as a voiceover blares, “Degrassi: The Next Generation will be right back,” because this is Frank’s life.

^ I’m pretty sure my laughter from that line woke up at least one person from my household. Poor Frank.

Ship: Frank/Mikey

Out Where The Sand's Turning To Gold - "Last call, last song," the singer says, touching a finger to the microphone and making it pop softly at the crowd. "For all you lovers out there." 5k

Ship: Gerard/Gabe

Superheroes (2-part series) - Mikey isn’t a superhero. 3k

Ship: Frank/Mikey

vampires will never hurt you - Contrary to what some people in Strahd might think, Bert’s not a fucking idiot. Contrary to what Gerard and Frank might think, Bert’s not a fucking idiot.

Ever since this whole thing started, ever since Gerard and Frank cornered him at the open mic event at his junior college shortly after he decided to go and open his big damn mouth about that picture he’d found in the History of Strahd book that was collecting dust in the back of the library, the picture in which both Gerard and Frank were clearly present, dressed in typical 19th century garb, giving their best vampire smolder--Yeah. Bert has known ever since then, and ever since they had told him how talented of a poet he was, and that they were interested in having him perform at the parties they host for all the town’s leaders up at their old mansion on the hill, that they have had some type of secret agenda as their endgame.

He just hadn’t really expected it to be this.

[this is what happens when i get tired of bert being the bad guy in mcr fic and decide i have to do EVERYTHING myself] 1k

Ship: Frank Iero/Bert McCracken/Gerard Way

Candy Cane Vodka - "Yeah, Mikey, you accidentally made fucking peppermint Everclear. Congratulations and all, but Jesus Christ."

Mikey gets an idea on the road after finding a bargain bin book on homemade infusions. Experimentation follows, and Yuletide chaos ensues. 

ngl... i’m tempted to make that vodka mixture

Ships: Mikey/Ray, Frank/Gerard

drive-by drabble - SO SHORT ALSO LMAO <1k

Ship: Frank/Gabe/Gerard

#fics #not frerard

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But, Can I Speak?

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Sequel to Tongue-Tied And Oh So Squeamish (x ). You work up the courage to call Gerard, and it goes even better than you planned. But, once you’re actually out on a date with him, you find that your speech impediment is just getting worse and worse.

You’d been staring at the phone number, scrawled on the first page of Apocalypse Suite, for over an hour, trying to summon the nerve to dial it.

Don’t get all anxious about it, you warned yourself. The more nervous you are, the more you’re going to stutter.

But, how could you not be nervous? You were calling a famous comic book writer, to ask him on a date!

You noticed, tracing his handwriting with your finger, that his number had an 862 area code. You’d Googled it, and learned that this meant he was from northern New Jersey.

I wonder when he moved out here, to LA, you thought to yourself. You weren’t famous - you just happened to have been born in California.

Someone like me, you frowned, who can’t even talk straight, could never be a movie star.

“Just c-c-call him, Y/N,” you told yourself. “Stop be...b-being a b-baby.”

You pulled up the keypad on your phone, and typed in the number. Your heart pounded as you listened to it ring.

“Hello?”

You blushed, and almost dropped the phone, when you heard his sweet voice on the other end.

“Hi, Ger….Gerard,” you managed. You hadn’t really expected him to pick up.

“Oh, hi, Y/N!” Gerard answered warmly.

He knew it was me, because I stammered when I said his name, you realized, frowning.

“How are you?” Gerard asked cheerfully.

“I’m g-good,” you replied. “How are you today?”

There, you thought. Four whole words you managed to say like a normal person.

“I’m great,” Gerard said sunnily. “I’m really happy you called. I was hoping you would.”

“R-really?” you blushed. Damnit. You’d stuttered again.

“Yeah,” Gerard replied, oblivious to your frustration. “I actually just finished a photo shoot with my band mates.”

“You’re in a ba...ba….band?” you gasped, surprised.

“Oh, yeah, I am,” Gerard chuckled. “The comic writing is actually more of a side job. I make most of my income through singing.”

“Wh-What’s your band’s n-name?” you asked.

“My Chemical Romance,” Gerard replied.

What?!

You knew that name. You’d bought their album, Black Parade, on CD, when it had come out last year. It was fun to listen to when you were flying down Mulholland Drive. But, you’d never bothered to learn the individual band members’ names.

The kind comic book nerd, who’d helped you find the book you were looking for, was also the frontman of MCR??

“I - I - I c-can’t believe I d-d-didn’t r-real...realize,” you gasped. You realized that your stutter was getting worse, now that you knew you were speaking to an intimidating A-list celebrity. “I-I’m s-so du….dumb…”

“No, not at all!” Gerard reassured you. “When I made the music videos you probably know me from, last year, I looked completely different. My hair was blonde, and really short. And now it’s long, and black. I’m not surprised you didn’t recognize me.”

You no longer had any idea, what words you should even attempt to push out of your mouth.

“....Do you want to get a coffee?” Gerard asked finally.

“S-sure,” you managed. There’s no reason to panic, you told yourself. He’s still the same person you met yesterday.

“Do you ever go to Eightfold?” Gerard asked.

“On Sunset Boulevard?” you recognized.

“Yeah. You want to meet me there?”

“S-sure,” you decided.

If you were stuttering this much, talking to him on the phone, you feared that once you were actually  on your date, you would lose the ability to speak altogether. But, summoning your courage, you got in the car, and began the drive to the coffee shop.

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You found Gerard standing outside the shop, wearing a classy white dress shirt, accentuated by a black vest.

“Hope I’m not overdressed,” he chuckled, putting out his cigarette. “I didn’t have time to change, after I finished things up with the magazine we were shooting for.”

“Y-you look gr-great,” you smiled.

“Aw, thanks,” Gerard blushed. “So do you, Y/N.”

“Th-thank you,” you replied. “Do you c-co-co-come…”

“Do I come here often?” Gerard guessed.

“Yeah,” you sighed, honestly grateful that you hadn’t had to struggle to get the whole sentence out.

“Yeah, I do, it’s one of of my favorites actually,” Gerard smiled. “I normally get the vanilla latte.”

“I like their ma-ma-matcha latte better, myself,” you compared.

“Shall we head inside?” Gerard suggested, slipping his hand into yours.

You took it, lacing his fingers with your own, and nodded. Sometimes communicating without words was easier.

It was a minimalist shop, with white walls and bare lightbulbs hanging above wooden tables. It was packed today - there were several people in line in front of you.

You didn’t say a word to your date as you waited for it to be your turn. You just kept anxiously clinging to his hand. Gerard didn’t seem to mind. He smiled at you, and affectionately stroked the back of your hand with this thumb.

“Hi, welcome to Eightfold Coffee,” the barista smiled politely, when you finally reached the front of the line. “What can I get you today?”

“H-hi,” you mumbled, your voice just above a whisper. “I-I w-would li-like….”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” the barista interrupted. “I couldn’t hear you.”

Damn it, you thought. Now I have to start over.

“I w-w-would like a m-ma…”

“Hurry up, lady”, said a voice behind you, and you turned and saw a man in a suit, pointing at his watch.

“Just tell him what you want already,” the man snapped. “I have a meeting to get to!”

I’m making people late, because I can’t talk right, you thought nervously. They’re mad at me! Why am I like this?

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you muttered.

“Don’t apologize,” the man griped, “just order, come on!”

You turned back to the barista. “I’ll h-have th-the ma...ma...ma…”

God, come on, Y/N, get the damn word out, you told yourself, cursing your ineptitude. “Ma….ma….”

“She’ll have the matcha latte, please,” Gerard interceded, squeezing your hand tighter. “And I’ll have the vanilla latte. Thank you.”

“One mattcha, one vanilla, coming up,” the barista nodded. “That’ll be $11.41.”

Gerard pulled a twenty out of his wallet.

“I c-can pay for m-mine,” you protested.

“I got it,” Gerard assured you. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll go g-get us a t-table then,” you offered.

“That sounds great,” Gerard smiled. “Thank you, Y/N.”

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Gerard sat down across from you a few minutes later, two piping hot drinks in his hands.

“This one’s got an M on it, so it must be yours,” he figured, handing your latte to you. “I got you a napkin, too.”

“Th-thanks,” you frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Gerard asked, concern in his eyes.

“I’m s-sorry that you had to ta-talk for me back there,” you sighed. “I sh-should be able to do th-that on my own.”

“It’s no problem,” Gerard shrugged. “I’m sorry that guy was giving you a hard time. It was making me kind of mad - he didn’t need to be so impatient with you.”

“It was my fault,” you apologized.

“No, seriously,” Gerard insisted, “the dude could’ve just waited. You weren’t the one being rude, he was.”

You sipped your latte, unsure what to say in response. People didn’t normally stick up for you like this. It was...nice.

“So,” Gerard asked, “did you like my comic?”

“Yes!” you said enthusiastically. “Oh, it was w-wonderful. All the ch-characters were so unique. I r-related to V-Va...Va….”

“Vanya?” Gerard supplied.

“Yes,” you nodded, gratefully. “Her esp-especially.”

“People in the story really don’t listen to her,” Gerard admitted, taking a swig from his mug. “They take one look at her, and decide, without really knowing her, that she doesn’t matter.”

“R-right.” People hear my stutter, you thought, and they just decide that it’s not worth it, to wait around and hear what I was going to say. They think that because I can’t speak very well, I must be stupid.

“But, Vanya becomes The White Violin,” Gerard reminded. “And then she shows everyone just how special she really is.”

He shot you a meaningful glance across the table, and set his mug down. Tenderly, he reached out again for your hand.

His hands were big and strong, but soft. Holding them felt good. Reassuring. It made you less anxious, somehow.

“I think you’re pretty special, too, Y/N,” Gerard said softly, squeezing your hand tight. “Please….tell me more about yourself. I want to get to know you better.”

“About my-myself?” you repeated.

“Yes,” Gerard encouraged. “What do you like to do for fun? What are your favorite places in LA? Have long have you lived here? Do you work in the industry, or…”

“Ger….Gerard,” you stopped him. “It’s g-going to take me some t-time, to answer all those q-questions, when I t-talk like th-this.”

“That’s okay with me,” Gerard smiled softly. “My schedule’s free for the rest of the day. There’s nowhere else I would rather be, than right here, listening to you.”

You beamed. He made you feel so special. He never treated you like an inconvenience - unlike the man in line, or the shopkeeper, from yesterday. He really cared what you had to say - no matter how long it took you to say it.

Suddenly feeling more confident, than you had in a long time, you began to speak.

#i started working on this story this morning - before y'all started asking for more High School!Gerard #but trust me that one's next on my list of things to write! #gerard way imagine #gerard way x reader

[robinrunsfiction]

Weapons of Clairvoyance - Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Author’s Note: Putting the whole thing under a cut because it starts with a bit of a spoiler if you haven’t read chapter 7. And if not, there’s a handy little link right above here!

Song recommendations for this chapter: It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Fucking Deathwish by My Chemical Romance and Cubicles by My Chemical Romance

Ray was gone.

There was no telling where they took him, but he wasn't here anymore, and Gerard felt sick with guilt and rage. It wasn't enough that he almost lost you tonight, but now his friend was taken from the place he insisted he stay in to keep him safe.

The thoughts swirled through his mind as he paced back and forth across the room like a caged tiger. Luckily Mikey was keeping a level head and sprang into action and told everyone to start searching the house for any kind of listening devices or traps.

You were still kneeling on the floor of the living room, trying with everything you had to get something, anything, about where Ray might be. A flash of a location, a phrase, something, anything to cut through the noise, but your mind was blank.

Letting out a frustrated growl, you got up and stomped out the back door and started running until you found yourself at the edge of the lake. When you stopped, you started coughing from the cold air hitting your lungs that recently had been filled with smoke.

What good was this newly discovered power if you couldn't keep your friends safe? Or yourself?

Sitting on the ground at the edge of the cold water, you noticed the sun was just starting to come up. How had it been only days since this all began? Did Gerard have any faith left in you? Did the rest of the team? You let out a sigh. What more could you do?

A while later you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey Gerard," you said without turning around.

"Hi," he replied quietly. "How are you doing?"

"Not great," you said honestly. "I just... I just don't feel like I'm good enough at this to help you guys. It's like I know just enough to be dangerous."

"You saved me tonight, and nothing you saw was wrong. I rushed into this and got hurt. And I'm the one who needs to work on their abilities," he replied sitting down next to you. "(YN) I was wondering, how did you recognize that Brendon guy? You called him death."

You sighed. "I saw the death card, like from a tarot deck, in the dream where I saw everything on fire at the facility. I didn't mention it because I knew that it had to be for me. I know the death card doesn't literally mean you're going to die when you see it in a reading, but I guess my subconscious, or wherever this is coming from knows it has to explain things like I’m a bit dense."

"You knew you might die, and still stayed in to save me?" Gerard asked in a quiet, awed tone. It wasn’t just that you had almost given your life for him, you knew fully well what you were doing.

You shrugged. There was no way you would knowingly leave anyone behind, let alone Gerard. The man who showed you so much kindness, who had been protecting you for longer than you knew. The man who had appeared in your dreams and had found a place in your heart.

"I never would let something happen to you," you said looking over at him. "And don't beat yourself up too much. You did what we all thought was right. We'll get Ray back."

He nodded solemnly, eyes fixed on the lake in front of you. "I hope you're right."

You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Remember what she told me, don't ever lose hope."

Gerard's hard expression cracked a little at the mention of his Grandmother's words. You both sat by the lake a while longer before you had another realization.

"Gerard, am I safe here now? I mean, you and Mikey can just turn into bugs and fly away or lions and just eat them or whatever, and Frank can just disappear. Nicole and Adam can fight back with their abilities. But all I can do is hide and hope I don't get found. Same with Andy, if he stays here."

Gerard sat quietly, pondering your question. "I don't know, (YN), but if they come for you, they have to get through me first."

"Thanks," you said with a smile.

~

A while later you went back inside to clean yourself up to find Nicole and Adam had returned home. Andy and Mikey has retreated to their respective rooms and Frank had camped out on the couch again. Gerard decided to take the opportunity to practice shifting into different forms out in the forest, still unsatisfied with his performance on the mission. All he knew was he needed to be able to return the favor of protecting you the way you looked out for him. The way he promised he would.

After your shower to rinse soot and the smell of smoke off yourself you grabbed your phone and saw you had an email from your boss. Despite being a hardass most of the time, he was kind when you had initially emailed him about needing time off for a family emergency. This email was decidedly different.

Gerard had just come back inside and found you sitting at the kitchen table with your makeup bag in front of you, pulling items out. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Gerard, I need your help. Late last night I got an email from my boss. He said that if I'm not there first thing in morning to explain why, and I quote 'two goons showed up looking for you this morning when you said you were at a family emergency' I will be fired and he will ‘make it so I never work again.’ Gerard, they know where I work! What if they're waiting for me if I go there? So I decided there's a way we can potentially solve two problems at once,” you babbled, barely pausing for breath. It was clear to Gerard you were panicking.

"And what's that?" Gerard asked, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.

"I’m gonna fake my death," you said as plainly as if you had just ordered a cup of coffee. "We send my asshole boss a photo of me dead, make it seem like the goons found me, and maybe even make him feel guilty for all this. And then maybe we somehow get it to Restoricom too and they stop looking for me, at least for a while."

"I guess that could work, at least for your boss."

"Right, so I need to make myself look dead, can you help me stage the crime scene and take the photos?"

"Or I can do this," Gerard said as his face began to morph. Suddenly from the neck up it was like you were looking at the horror movie version of yourself. Dark sunken circles under your eyes, lips and skin pale.

"Oh God, Gerard this is really creepy, even for me… Can you maybe make it look like I was choked to death?"

"How's this?" He asked as purple bruises formed around his neck.

"Yea," you said equal parts fascinated and disturbed. "Let's go take the photos."

You both went upstairs, and you started snapping photos of your corpse in Gerard's disheveled bed.

"This is some really weird foreplay," Mikey said from the hallway. Gerard instantly changed back into himself and sat up flipping his brother off, as Mikey left laughing.

"I think we got something convincing enough," you said scrolling through the photos. Gerard went to his computer and printed off a photo. He scrawled something and handed it to you.

"We found her first, you contact the authorities, you get the same," you read. "Works for me. We gotta figure out how to get this to my boss without detection."

"Hey Mikey," Gerard shouted.

"What?" He shouted back as he entered the room.

"Wanna go incognito and deliver this to (YN)'s boss so he thinks she's dead and won't bother her anymore?"

Mikey shrugged, and his complexion started to change, and hair darkened as he took the folded paper and headed out, shutting the door behind him.

"Gerard, umm... I was wondering, how did you do that so easily? Make me look so dead?" You asked when you were alone again.

"Because I saw it last night," he said quietly, looking at the ground.

You gasped softly. How could you be so dumb and insensitive? "Shit, I didn't even stop to think..." you started, blushing deeply, embarrassed by what you had asked him to do.

"Its ok, you're still here," he said wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You rested your head against his shoulder.

After a moment, there was a knock on the door. You jumped a little, and expected Gerard would let you go, but he actually gripped you tighter, afraid someone would snatch you away from him.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," Andy said from the cracked doorway.

"What's up?" Gerard asked.

"I just got ahold of my friend Patrick. His roommate is a hacker and he might be able to get into the system to see what they know, where Ray is, that kinda thing. He's out of town, but Patrick said he'd call when he's back and we can go over there," Andy explained.

Gerard nodded. "Yea that's a good idea, thanks."

"No problem, sorry again for interrupting," he said with a wave, shutting the door behind him.

"Wanna go see what Frank is up to?" Gerard asked.

"Sure," you replied following him out the door and down to the living room where Frank was watching TV.

"How you holding up Frank?" Gerard asked his friend who had a few beer cans scattered on the floor by his feet. He seemed to be deep in thought, rather than paying attention to the TV.

"I just wanna get out there and find him," Frank grumbled.

Your face fell as you felt another wave of guilt wash over you. You wanted nothing more than to help, but nothing had come to you. A false lead was no better than no lead at all.

"We're going to get him," Gerard said reassuringly, repeating the words you had spoken to him earlier, with a smile to you.

Frank did not seem much put at ease. You and Gerard tried to keep his mind off the situation at hand until Mikey came back a few hours later, a couple pizza boxes in hand.

"How'd it go?" You asked.

Mikey smirked. "I handed it off, then became a literal fly on the wall. Asshole lost his mind, but when the secretary came in, he kept his mouth shut, so it should be over." He said setting down the pizzas on the coffee table.

You chuckled darkly, knowing it served him right for trying to drag you into a dangerous situation. "Well that chapter of my life is over.”

"You're stuck with us assholes now," Frank said, his mouth full of cheese pizza. "Well, us assholes and loverboy over there," he said gesturing to Gerard.

You blushed and smiled. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else."

Chapter 9

Tag List: @deadlovers

#weapons of clairvoyance #gerard way #gerard way fanfic #gerard way x reader #my chemical romance #my chemical romance fanfic #mikey way #ray toro #frank iero #tw: mentions of death #tw: death #tw: murder #chapter 8 #multi chapter #it's not a fashion statement it's a fucking deathwish #cubicles

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I’m Just A Man

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Request fic for @sleepersareweaker. “So you've done mcr x Trans reader... why not flip it a little bit and make something where reader is reassuring Trans mcr that they'll still be loved. Not sure if it would work better with ftm or mtf band members though.”

You found Frank in the kitchen at 3 am, nervously biting his nails. “They’re gonna find out,” he mumbled.

“Who’s gonna find out what?” you asked, sleepily rubbing your eyes. You’d gotten worried when you woke up and discovered your boyfriend was no longer in bed beside you.

“….Oh, shit, Y/N, I didn’t mean to wake you, when I know you’ve got work tomorrow,” Frank apologized, setting down a veggie burger he’d started stress-eating.

“S’ok,” you shrugged. “Frankie, baby, what’s making you so anxious?”

“The band’s getting big,” Frank confessed, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Like, the media really started paying attention to us after we did the ‘I’m Not Okay’ video, and now that ‘Helena’ is out, it’s like we’re going supersonic.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you asked, confused. “Isn’t getting famous and selling a bunch of records the goal for a pro musician like you?”

“Of course it is,” Frank explained. “And I’m happy we’ve achieved this much success. It’s more than I ever dreamed was possible. But…..”

“But, what?” you prodded, pulling Frank into your arms.

“But…..” Frank murmured, his voice muffled as he buried his head in your shoulder. “Now that there’s so much attention on us, they’re going to start digging into our personal lives. And then they’ll find out that I’m……not like other guys.”

“You mean, that you’re a trans guy?” you realized.

“Yeah,” Frank said, looking back up at you with wet eyes. “I mean, I pass, because I’ve been on hormones for a while, but…..what if moms find out, and don’t want their kids to listen to My Chemical Romance records anymore, because the guitarist is some sort of…..deviant?”

“You’re not a deviant, Frank,” you protested. “You’re just….a man.”

“What if my fans don’t see me as a real man anymore, once they know?” Frank worried. “What if, instead of focusing on the album we’re trying to promote, all the interviewers want to ask if I’ve had ‘the surgery’, and….”

“And you don’t have to answer them, baby,” you reminded him, stroking his hair and pulling him close again. “If people want to hate, and be bigoted, fuck them. You don’t need them as fans anyway. The real MCR fans will still support you, no matter what gender you are.”

“I hope so,” Frank said uncertainly.

“Even if they don’t,” you said soothingly, “I’m always going to love you, Frankie. I know you’re the handsomest, manliest man I know. That’s never going to change.”

“You’re right,” Frank decided, wiping his tears on the sleeve of his pajama shirt. “I’m sorry for freaking out, baby, I....I just….”

“Ssh, it’s not your fault,” you assured him, kissing his forehead. “I know that you’ve met a lot of terrible, transphobic people in your life, and that you’re scared. But, I also know there’s no way you’re going to let this ruin your career. Even if there is a scandal, you’ll come back swinging, like you always do.”

“You’re right,” Frank said, seemingly strengthened by your words. “I’ll raise both middle fingers high and go right back in the studio, and make even better music than those haters have ever seen before.”

“That’s the spirit,” you smiled, kissing your boyfriend again.

“Thank you for always being here to support me, Y/N,” Frank said sincerely, hugging you tight.  “Do you remember when they were about to wheel me into the operating room for my top surgery, and I got scared, and….”

“And I told you that you were going to be alright,” you recalled with a fond smile. “And you were alright, Frank. You were so happy when you didn’t have to wear your binders anymore. And I remember you were scared when you first started your hormone therapy, too, because you weren’t sure if it was going to work, or not. And then I saw you in the mirror one morning, looking so happy you might cry, admiring the muscle and facial hair you’d started developing. You looked so handsome, and I was so proud of you. You’ve come a long way, Frankie. And I know you’re scared again, now. But, you’re going to be alright this time, too. I promise.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Frank said again, moved. “Thank you so much for always being here for me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby,” you replied, kissing Frank gently on the mouth. He kissed you back tenderly, seeming to draw strength from your affection. His spine straightened with new resolve.

“I’m going to be here for you, no matter what the media, or the fandom, or anyone else says,” you promised. “And, you know, your bandmates are going to be here for you, too. They’ve known you a long time. They were your friends before your transition, and they’re still your friends now. They’re not going to let anybody talk shit about you.”

“Gerard would probably walk right out of an interview if some tabloid asshole dared try to misgender me,” Frank realized, beginning to smile.

“See, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” you smiled back. “You’ve got plenty of people in your corner. And even aside from that – your band rocks people’s faces off. If the music is good enough, nobody’s going to care what gender the people playing it are.”

“You really think my music’s that good?” Frank asked, blushing.

“Baby, you shred like a god,” you complimented sincerely.

“Alright,” Frank smiled, pecking you on the lips again. “If you’re by my side, I guess I’m ready to be the world’s first transgender rock god.”

“Ok, Rock God,” you grinned. “But, for now, let’s go to bed, alright?”

“Oh, shit, yeah, it’s half past three,” Frank laughed. “You probably need your sleep.”

“Didn’t say anything about sleeping, did I?” you winked.

With an even bigger grin, Frank followed you back into your bedroom, his heart, at last, at peace.

#frank iero x reader #frank iero imagine #trans frank